"I suppose I could make one, but not being an afficianado of archery, I suspect the balance would be completely off," Eliot says with a frown. "Or the tension or whatever it is bows and arrows need to function."

He glances over at Prompto, and his lips quirk up wryly. "I guess this is the part here I say, 'Don't worry, I'll protect you,' and strike a heroic pose or whatever."