Simon is stretching, then picking up his bowblade. Nearby on a bench, Solaire is sitting and observing. There is a look of polite bewilderment on his face at the movement Simon uses to flick the blade into its bow form.
"Rita, step back. I told you not to be that close to the target range." The camera moves away quickly, right before a triple volley of arrows sing through the air and into the target. This repeats a few times, until twenty arrows dot the targets, very close together and clustered around the bullseye.
"Brilliant shooting," Solaire says, clapping. There are about five Starly on him, Flareon is curled up on his lap, and kneading a bit, and the lab Dedenne is trying its best to press into the man's legs. "I have never seen a weapon like this."
"My bowblade was quite the custom order. Nothing like a weapon special-made for you." Simon preens, showing the weapon off a bit more.
"It truly is a good thing, yes." Solaire tilts his head, looking at the targets. "What can those targets handle?"
"I think a fair bit, why?" Simon tilts his head. "Do you wish to have a go?"
"In a sense, yes." Solaire carefully removes Flareon from his lap, then stretches, causing the Starly to scatter. "I have an idea how to lessen the danger of burning. It just..." He raises his right hand, flexes it. Bright, crackling energy begins to fill it, taking the shape of a large lightning bolt that is deeply orange in color at the center, all while radiating enormous heat. "Step back, please."
The scuttling disrupts the image for a while, before stabilizing again. Solaire is clearly taking aim, then hurls the bolt in his hands. It hits dead center, splitting the target in half, all while leaving a huge scorch mark on the ground. He puts his hands on his hips, and taps his feet. "That was stronger than usual." The silence following this declaration is deafening.
