“Then came Robin to his stand again, and picked his arrow with exceeding care, and tried his string. Amid a breathless pause he drew the good yew bow back to his ear, glanced along the shaft, and let the feathered missile fly. Straight it sped, singing a keen note of triumph as it went. The willow wand was split in twain, as though it had met a hunter’s knife. “Verily, I think your bow is armed with witchcraft!” cried Gilbert. “For I did not believe such shooting possible.” Robin Hood by J. Walker McSpadden”
Sometimes You Need To Split The Competion Apart