He had but one arrow left in his quiver.
Even as he saw her, an arrow left her bow.
As gentle as a baby's breath, the arrow left the bow.
Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, he flew straight at his opponent.
The best plan lasts until the first arrow leaves the bow.
"I have a few more arrows left," he said.
He did not even feel the arrow leave the bowstring.
I searched for a way to stop his stupid pursuit but could think of nothing; at least, not while he still had arrows left.
In 150 yards yellow arrow on stone points left.
Rama's hand was still at the end of its throw when the arrows left their bows.
