"Leeeet's freakin' GO!"
A short bow without a string was hurled into the air and rolled like a boomerang—weirdly enough—and before long, returned to the hands that just tossed it into the air in excitement. It was indeed such an odd way to celebrate such an important occasion like finally being able to afford a new—and very expensive, at that—fancy thing such as this obsidian-looking short bow, but such was the very nature of this bounty hunter girl, feeling very confident that this new 'toy' of hers wouldn't shatter like a glass considering its appearance which was indeed like a brittle black glass that somehow was flexible enough to be molded into a perfect curve of a short bow without any sign of it being molded manually by hands…
