Still, she had no other ideas. Hoping that Giraldi was on to something, she pulled on her notching bar thrice, watching her string stretch almost painfully back before placing a bolt in place. With careful aim, making sure she hovered steadily, she unleashed one of the many bolts shooting out towards the Cloven’s left leg. Unbelievably, the bolts did penetrate the thick chitin and more thick green blood poured out. Yet, it didn’t seem to notice, or even slow down. 