Ouch.

Beck wasn't sure what was happening with him. He kind of had this feeling before in the first arena he was in, but it wasn't this intense. Whether it was because he went home for a while, or he was being so threatened like this, Beck wanted to survive. And his User brain was responding appropriately.

He ignored the pain in his leg as he brought his hand back, gripping the silver bow. His shaking hands managed to latch the arrow, pulling the string back as far as he could. ...But he didn't release it just yet.

Hang on there, Beck...

"I said, don't!"