Leroy Neiman World Class Skier

'They're right there!'
Nobby selected one from the shelf and dropped it into its slot. Then he sighted along the shaft. He turned.
'I like this inventory,' said Nobby. 'We'll take it all.'
The man looked down theof the metal penetrated the back of the armourer's fleshy red neck.
'Now, the one behind you, that's a big bow,' said Nobby.
It wasn't as if the six-foot iron arrow was sharp. It was supposed to smash through doorways, not do surgery.
'Can I pull the trigger yet?' Detritus rumbled, into the man's sights at Nobby's eye and, to Angua's horrified admiration, didn't faint.'That little bow don't scare me,' he said.'This little bow scare you?' said Nobby. 'No. Right. This is a little bow. A little bow like this wouldn't scare a man like you, because it's such a little bow. It'd need a bigger bow than this to scare a man like you.'Angua would have given a month's pay to see the quartermaster's face from the front. She'd watched as Detritus had lifted down the siege bow, cocked it with one hand and a barely audible grunt, and stepped forward. Now she could imagine the eyeballs swivelling as the coldness