"Nonsense. Sensing danger even generally, allows us to be ready for it. To be alert. Even if we don't know what it is. We get comfortable in our routines, and supress that we were attacked. I know I do, and it shook me badly." Molly patted Atra's shaking hand. "But as we can't do anything about it now excapt be alert, it's best to arm ourselves, hmm?"

Pulling her own crude knife from its makeshift sheathe(a badly mangled pair of jeans had valiently given its life for, Molly began carving the three little grooves at their proper angles and making notches in her own arrow shafts. "We have to replace the bamboo as the nubs cut down the speed and accuricy. And we really should cut arrows for each archer, or archer in training."

Armpit to middle fingertip with the proper length of arrow, but it varried from person to person.