At this point, Bowyetta wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. “All of this is all being Bowyetta’s fault…” Her lip twitched slightly, and some sort of liquid began to fill up her eyes.

Beepsumu tried to approach her, but the dog arrow from before stopped her. “Excuse me, miss~! It isn’t a good idea to get near her right now~ She’s about to-”

Without another word, Bowyetta began rapidly firing arrows from herself. She meant to aim for the crowd of Bowyers, but being one herself her aim wasn’t exactly the best, sending flaming arrows in every direction except straight ahead.

Even Beepsumu was starting to get a bit panicked. “Whoa! Hey- Bowyetta- Just- Calm down- Uh-”

Bowyetta didn’t seem to be listening. She was too busy desperately trying to save her new friend- Too busy to even notice when a very large figure appeared behind her.

“What IS going on in here?!”

At the figure’s voice, all the Bowyers dispersed. All except Bowyetta, who continued shooting arrows. She didn’t even notice until she got grabbed.

“Eeek! Please to be putting Bowyetta down! Please be saving Bowyetta!”

As the Bowyers scattered, they forgot all about their prize, who fell to the floor and splattered onto his back.

He still couldn’t move, but he could see a giant metal king-like character with a beard that would flow if it wasn’t forged. This must be the “Smithy” Bowyetta was talking about. He certainly sounded the part, all booming and scary, and it was clear from his looks that he wasn’t about to offer anything nicer than a cold dungeon stay.

He watched in shock as Smithy grabbed Bowyetta. His mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do. He was now more of a mess than any form, but he still couldn’t move.

“Um…sir?” he tried. “I-I can explain, sir!”

After a moment, he added, “Sorry for not saluting, but there was a mix-up with the Bowyers, sir!”