The sound of an arrow slamming home into a target rang across the range. It was quickly followed by grumblings, then again the snap of a bowstring rang out, a slightly louder thud was heard, this time followed by muttered curses in a string of words untranslatable because if they were translated then well, the person translating would get executed for certain words used in the translation.
Returning to the workbench the black haired woman laid the seemingly gold plated bow onto the bench surface and got to work on one of the springs. the bow looked as if it were selfbuilt, which it kind of was as Asaca had dound the weapon and kept modifiying it to make it better.
At this point with the constant modifying the draw weight of the weapon only someone with unnatural strength, or being a bodybuild could use, adn yet she drew the bowstring back perfect, launched a shot 500 meters, and nailed her target, which was to be hoped actually thankfully so.
Her ears perked up however at the sudden chime of the door bell going off. She then remembered where she was. She finished tighting a spring then set the tool aside and picked up her bow. Hitting the release slide the thing sprang tight as she had hoped. Now she just needed more arrows!
So she went into the main shop area wondering why the ringing bell driving her sensitive hearing over the edge with its endless dinging. Asaca's red eyes took in the show, thankfully they had archery stuff there, she headed for the archery gear, mostly for more arrows to shoot at really distant targets.
She halted however at sight of who was in the show, something felt off. Yet the owner seemed calm and goodnaturedm, hell he left her work on her bow there at no cost, the guy seemed downright facinated about the technology she used, mostly just spare parts, infact the last four CO3 canisters she had used she had scavanged off a smashed Wing City Public Bus! She just needed one more, which the shop had, and now she was testing the bow out with the CO3 keeping the springs coiled with their sheer pressure.
She felt nervous, not because of the weapons, but because of what she was, Pretahumans rarely lasted in most cities, the fact she was accepted on that world after finding a transport from Astria to the planet known as Terra, she seemed better off. For most part at least.
She stepped up to the counter, holding her bow in her left hand she tapped on the counter with her right knuckles holding out four fingers twice, meaning she was asking for eight more shots. 44" arrows werent cheap, yet this place had seemingly a countless number of the same arrows she required