Fine. He clenched a fist, this time resorting to an earlier tactic. There was one element he knew well, having created lifelike holograms of it in the past and stood in awe as it struck. He threw out a hand, called upon the image in the back of his mind, and called.

"White lightning!"

It was more of a sputter of a spark, far less impressive than the Blue Eyes of his imagination, but they vibrated in place long enough for him to fire a few more arrows. Some of them even hit.