A smirk of self-congratulation soon decorated Sir Fassade's handsome face. A loud belch and a louder laugh announced the commencement of Sir Bargle's shooting. As predicted by Sir Philo, Sir Bargle was an excellent shot.
The look on Sir Bargle's face at the conclusion of his shooting is a little too carnal for me to describe. As he shot his set of arrows, Sir Philo was forced more than once, after he had fully drawn his bow, to pause, and to wait until a little tremble attributed by the crowd to nervousness and eagerness to win Jennifrella left his hands.