The elves couldn't comprehend how everything had spiraled so quickly.
One moment, they had been laughing and chatting, excitedly discussing who would hit the most bullseyes tomorrow.
Some were already giving their new bows names, treating them like cherished companions.
But the next moment, they turned around and found their former healer pointing a weapon of mass destruction directly at the hero.
It was like falling from heaven straight into hell.
Or rather the very person who had brought them this heaven was now being threatened, and none of them would stand for it.
Outrage exploded from every direction.
"JULIUS! DROP THAT GUN RIGHT NOW!"
"This isn't a joke! You have no right to point that at the hero!"
"Put it down before someone gets hurt!"
"ARE YOU INSANE?!"
The loudest voice of course came from Lulu.
She stepped forward, eyes blazing with fury, pointing an accusing finger at her own father.
"YOU OLD BASTARD!"
