Nodding at the other's requests, Roy took to drawing. The arrays didn't have to be too complicated, luckily, so it didn't take very long. He made sure to lift his arm slightly so that Jade could watch as he sketched, though once he was done he didn't hesitate to head over to where he had left the materials on the floor.
It was a little strange having such a large audience (usually there were one or two people watching, but three?), but he imagined that it was quite the spectacle for those who weren't used to alchemy.
Setting down the piece of paper, he pulled the bats and the nylon slightly onto it before taking a deep, clearing breath. With that, he leaned forward and set both hands down on the paper, initiating the transmutation.
It was a little different from the more yellow light he had been seeing as of late (a little darker), while making all of those swords, and he had to strain himself more than usual in order to reshape the wood into the curved form of a bow. He could only hope that he had it right, having to go by how he knew they looked rather than focusing on the logistics, since it wasn't something he knew about. He also made sure to form the nylon, and even used his alchemy to string the bow, leaving it fully finished once he was done and had pulled away.
He felt a stirring nausea in his stomach from the exertion, and the sweat was pouring down his forehead as usual. He lifted his arm up gingerly to wipe it off and then leaned back until he was sitting, his breathing uneven. He didn't know if he had it in him to make any arrows at the moment.
Re: M1
It was a little strange having such a large audience (usually there were one or two people watching, but three?), but he imagined that it was quite the spectacle for those who weren't used to alchemy.
Setting down the piece of paper, he pulled the bats and the nylon slightly onto it before taking a deep, clearing breath. With that, he leaned forward and set both hands down on the paper, initiating the transmutation.
It was a little different from the more yellow light he had been seeing as of late (a little darker), while making all of those swords, and he had to strain himself more than usual in order to reshape the wood into the curved form of a bow. He could only hope that he had it right, having to go by how he knew they looked rather than focusing on the logistics, since it wasn't something he knew about. He also made sure to form the nylon, and even used his alchemy to string the bow, leaving it fully finished once he was done and had pulled away.
He felt a stirring nausea in his stomach from the exertion, and the sweat was pouring down his forehead as usual. He lifted his arm up gingerly to wipe it off and then leaned back until he was sitting, his breathing uneven. He didn't know if he had it in him to make any arrows at the moment.