A loud draw was heard then, powerful by sound alone, as a low thud was heard and an arrow zipped past his head, faster than any standard bow could even manage. It slammed into the target then, punching through it and still going afterwards, jostling the target itself. Then a think was heard behind it, the arrow slamming into a tree several yards behind it. Amanda stood behind him, her boy still up as she stood parallel to it, only after the thunk did she lower it. The soldier for once out of her armor, and in civilian clothing, navy blue jeans, a pair of sturdy boots, black form fitting shirt and a simply styled leather jacket, not zipped up to accommodate her figure. A harness lay under the jacket, holding the compact arrows in a small canister, and a holster for the bow. She grinned then, a smile gracing her freckled face as she brushed a bit of hair behind her ear then.