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Hugh smiled as he watched Sebastian try to throw his baton at the archery targets. Why did he think it might stick? "Hugh, my bow doesn't stick."
Hugh felt his smile get replaced with an expression of disbelief. He thought his baton was an arrow? "Sebastian, dear, that isn't an arrow. That's a baton."
Sebastian looked down at the baton. It wasn't an arrow? "Oh," he grabbed an arrow and threw it. It went through the target. "I did it!" Hugh gave a scared smile. Sebastian was able to throw the arrow with his bare hand and break the target. How much strength did that boy have that he wasn't aware he had?