Simon reached in to his pack, he pulled a folded compund bow out and began unfolding it. When the bow was assembled he slung his quiver over his shoulder nestling it at an angle along his spine. He got up and walked over to the armament cupboard, he filled his quiver and then grabbed a silver coated rapier and sheath, which he secured to his left hip a holster was added to his right leg and a small compact crossbow pistol was slotted in and a handfull of silver bolts with it. he secured his pack in position and stalked through into the room where the ferals were.
Simon had just gone with the flow, not thinking but doing, he didn't want to think about what he was doing he had little experience fighting save with swords, he had hunted though with the bow, his parahuman abilities would add to his ability to damage the ferals. A woman was ordering them into a circle, Simon joined recognising the authoority of the woman, "Hi, I'm Simon, hope you guys don't mind freshness in fighting" He said as he too a place in the circle, his back to the others. He pulled the hood of his cloak down revelaing his face.
Notching an arrow, he drew the string taught, barely noticing the tension that pulled back against him. I'm going to need upgrade this he thought at how much tension he was holding. A flicker of movement caught his eye and he released the string. The arrow let a faint high pitched whistle as flew through the air, with a heavy thump and a shriek to follow it, the arrow found it's target. Simon was astonished by how fast he had fired the bow, before he realised he had notched and drawn the second arrow. He grinned to himself. He was liking being Parahuman even more. A faint cramping in his stomach told Simon was hungry. He grimaced and forced the hunger for blood down. He didn't want to think about it.
