Holding his three arrows in his right hand, his draw hand, allowed Black Shadow to quickly fire the next without having to move his hand back to the quiver to grab the next arrow. This meant he could fire more arrows much quicker, and with good accuracy could kill three targets in less than a second. These three men would be his test subjects.

Black Shadow went through his normal assassination routine. He took a deep breath in through his nose, closed his eyes, and breathed out slowly, thinking about what it was he had to do. Upon the breath being fully let out Black Shadow would snap his eyes open and unleash his barrage of arrows. Three arrows were sent flying through the air, all aimed at a different target. It sounded like one thud, and not three, as each arrow was imbedded into the chest of two of the men and the neck of the third.

Not one word was heard from any of them as Black Shadow watched each man stand staring into each other’s eyes, the life slowly diminishing from them. Then one by one they fell to their knees and then forward onto the ground. The deed was done. Black Shadow smiled, all the practice from the past month in this style of archery was beginning to pay off.

The donkey that Black Shadow left alive began to panic, pulling at its rope trying to escape. Black Shadow slowly walked up to it, holding his hand out trying to calm it down. His dark clothing and weapons frightened the donkey and it became frantic, pulling and making noise. Black Shadow tried to quiet and calm it but nothing would help. He even removed his mask, but upon the sight of his pale skin, almost vampirelike appearance the donkey would not calm down. His only option was to kill it. He hated doing this part, when an animal who was but a faithful servant to their masters is to be killed. They did not deserve to die.

Black Shadow readied an arrow and fired it, sending it through the donkey’s heart, killing it instantly. Such a pity it was, the donkey was strong, and could carry more than others. Black Shadow began to search, seeing what goods the traders had. A couple swords, knives, nothing special.

Then he came across a bow and quiver of arrows, Black Shadow is always looking for new ones for his collection. This bow was white, almost had a glow around it, and the arrows, ten of them were the exact same way. Black Shadow picked it up, smiled and took it, he loved doing this job.

He held the bow up for a few minutes, looking at the intricate details to it, the hand done engraving written in a language he could not tell, the beautiful curve in the shaft, and the comfortable grips. This was a bow that was obviously important to someone… And now it was his.