AN: This is one of several stories that I'm getting out of my head so that I can work on the others better. Enjoy!

As Tigrevurmund Vorn a.k.a. Tigre took hold of the Black Bow in Titta's hands, he felt a rush of raw energy fill and envelope his forearm, as the bow glowed pure black.

"What the-?!"

For a moment, the glow overpowered their sight before receding. When Tigre looked at his arm, his eyes grew wide, as did Titta's.

His entire forearm was covered in a sort of black, skintight, scale gauntlet with overlapping plates that didn't even feel like he was wearing it. The fingertips were clawed, the back of the hand was adorned with a jewel, seven plate segments ran down the arm, each having a smaller jewel positioned in a line to one another and to the largest. The jewels' colors were difficult to determine, they reminded Tigre of how lamps looked when their flames were out. Along the sides he saw the two halves of the original bow, albeit with additional parts jutting so that they were hinged at his wrist, looking as though an unknown mechanism might make them swing into place. Turning his hand, he saw a slot near his elbow where something suspiciously similar to an arrowhead was sticking out.

Giving into temptation, he pulled it out. It was in fact an entire, black arrow, but he was not familiar with the materials. They felt like bone, but looked like a black metal, such as what the gauntlet was made of, for the tip and the same mysterious black wood as the main bow for the shaft. He decided to pocket it for later.

"Um, Tigre-sama?"

He looked at Titta's concerned face. "What just happened?"

"I don't know," he replied honestly, "but..."

He stretched out his arm, the two bow-halves snapping out into place so that he could grasp the handle as he did before. A string materialized in place, taunting the bow. The scale-like plates elongated, giving the gauntlet a fiercely serrated appearance. The jewels simply moved with the plates they were fastened to. The sequence reminded Tigre of when Ellen draws her sword – Arifal, wasn't it?

Closing his eyes, he reached out with his drawing hand and flicked the string. A low hum reverberated through the empty town, and the bow gave him a feeling of respect and acceptance.

Off to the side, Mashas beheld the sight, and asked: "Urz-sama, did you know of this? That the young lord, your son, would invoke such a thing from that bow?"