I own a bow for home defence. As it's what the founding kings intended. Four rapscalions break into my castle. "The devil" I sqy as I stuff on my cap and grab my English recurve longbow. Shoot a pea sized hole through the first man's artery, he bleeds out on the spot. Draw my hand crossbow on the second man, miss him entirely as the string snapped, and hit the neighbours cattle. I resort to the catapult mounted to the top of the stairs. It's loaded with scatterflit shot. Two men are shredded in the blast, windows shater from the shrapnel, and the city guard wakes up. Draw blades and charge the last terrified rapscalion. His heart is diced apart as Australian croc hunting knife's are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding kings intended.
