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They ran toward me as I had wanted them to, near the edge of the river, in the shortest line, away from the trees. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #37)

At point-blank range the temwood shaft can be fired completely through a four-inch beam; at two hundred yards it can pin a man to a wall; at four hundred yards it can kill the huge, shambling bosk; it fires nineteen arrows in a Gorean Ehn, some eighty Earth seconds; a skilled bowman, and not an unusual one, is expected to be able to put these nineteen arrows in an Ehn into a man-sized target, consecutively, each a mortal hit, at some two hundred and fifty yards. Shouting the war cry of Tyros, blades drawn, they ran toward me across the sand and pebbles of the northern shore of the Laurius. These men knew only the crossbow. They ran toward me as I had wanted them to, near the edge of the river, in the shortest line, away from the trees. Their cries drifted toward me, their order to surrender. They did not understand who it was who hunted. My feet were spread; my heels were aligned with the target; my feet and body were at right angles to the target line; my head was turned sharply to the left; the first sheaf arrow was drawn to its pile; the three half feathers of the vosk gull were at my jawbone. - (Hunters of Gor)