I own a bow for home defence, as it's what the founding kings intended. four ruffians break into my castle. "what the devi?!" As I grab my powder-coated cap and English recurve longbow. Blow a pea sized whole through the first man. he's dead on the spot. Draw my 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, loaded with scatter stone shots. "Tally Ho, Lads!" The shot shred two men in the blast. The sounds breaks windows and awakes the city guard. Draw sword, and charge the last terridied rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting for the knights hospitallers to arrive as English longsword wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding kings intended.