Atchmon notched an arrow and took careful aim at his target. He spent a fraction of a moment to admire the strength of the hive's stalk, and how such a tiny segment could hold such a large colony in the air. Then loosed his arrow, his experience told him his aim was true, but alas... not true enough. The arrow barely scathed the tiny stem, and Atchmon contemplated on whether or not he'd want to lose another arrow for this prize.