Helen Chick
Actually it wasn’t Arthur.
And it was the lower arm rather than the upper arm.
And no bowls of petunias or very surprised-looking whales were involved.
Let’s just say that, should you need an archer for your next army, I am not likely to be much help, owing to a decided tendency to inflict injury on myself rather than the enemy. I now understand why serious archers use forearm guards.
(Photos from the day of damage and then 5 days later; Arthur, upper arm, whale and bowl of petunias from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (what else?!))
Ooh, that looks like it hurts. I remember getting something similar when I did archery at matric – something about swivelling my elbow inwards when it should have been straight & perpendicular to the ground. Which always felt very weird! Nice to know we wouldn’t have been any use killing enemies if we lived in the dark ages. Mind you, with my eyesight, I couldn’t have seen the enemy, let alone sent any sort of arrow in their direction!
ouch!..Zena warrior princess you are not