Chapter Seven(9)

She watched numbly as he grabbed arrows out of his jean’s pockets. She could not be more surprised than she already was. 
Beside her, Lydia said, in significant distaste. ‘You are not a magician, may I remind you, and you can’t run fast with your arrows banging against your legs, can you? And they will get warped! Look!’ She jabbed a finger at one arrow, that according to the eyes of Cecy, must have been not warped but broken, since the end was stretching in a strange direction.