To a Cra, there were few things more shameful than having their bow broken. Having your bow broken meant you were weak, and a failure of a warrior.

That’s all you could think as you stood over Evangelyne. She was on her knees, tears streaming down her face as her bow lay splintered on the ground. You didn’t mean to, you just lashed out for a moment.

“How could you… How could you do something like this to me? You’re supposed to be my friend…”