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Post by Ebeth on Feb 13, 2007 10:38:00 GMT -5
Ebeth took a bow off the rack and strung it carefully. She grabbed a quiver of arrows and slung it on her back, moving towards the practice targets. At the line she stopped, grabbed an arrow, pulled back and let it fly. It hit the third circle outside the bullseye. Grumbling, she fitted another arrow and peered at the target, trying to aim more carefully. Knives seemed to go where she told them to, but arrows definitely had a mind of their own.
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Post by Amelia on Feb 13, 2007 21:12:03 GMT -5
Amelia took her bow and arrow and got one ring from the bullseye, she tried again and got the bullseye right on the mark.
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Post by Selene on Feb 16, 2007 22:15:54 GMT -5
Selene arrived on Amelia's tail, and picked up one of the practice bows the school provided, shouldering a quiver as she did so. Bows weren't her thing either, but she was better at it than broadsword or fencing, and that was a plus. Hoping she didn't look like an idiot, she knocked an arrow, drew it back, aimed, and let it fly. It hit the blue circle about two from the bullseye, good, as she went. The bow was a nice, flexible one.
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Post by Amelia on Feb 17, 2007 11:41:46 GMT -5
Amelia kept doing it and had the same results. Now, she was going to try it with knives. She took the knives, aimed carefully, than threw them. Half of them hit three circles outside the bullseye and the other half hit one from the bullseye. It wasn't that bad, but her old trainer would have been pretty strict with her about it. Amelia tried again with the same results. This was tiring.
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Post by Selene on Feb 17, 2007 19:50:46 GMT -5
They could use knives, too? Selene almost ran to put the bow and quiver back at the armoury. She felt like much less of an idiot after flicking a knife out of her fore-arm sheath with a jerk of the wrist, and hastened to kneel and slide an ankle blade out of another sheath. Finally, something she could do reasonably well.
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Post by Ebeth on Feb 17, 2007 20:38:39 GMT -5
Ebeth ignored the knife-throwing. That was something she knew she could do. She perservered with the arrows instead, swearing at them and occasionally smacking them or the bow. Her best had been within one circle of the bullseye, but she had only gotten that twice out of countless tries.
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Post by Amelia on Feb 17, 2007 21:58:29 GMT -5
Amelia kept on throwing even though it was hard for her, but she managed one bullseye out of seven knives. She continued to practice even though it was very discouraging.
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Post by Ebeth on Feb 19, 2007 18:18:40 GMT -5
Finally, Ebeth had had enough. She began to watch the knives for a little, especially Amelia. It seemed Amelia had the exact opposite problem that Ebeth had. Ebeth wondered why knives and arrows were so different.
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Post by Amelia on Feb 20, 2007 13:13:35 GMT -5
Amelia finally had gotten some bullseyes and she was always happy when she had some success. She took a break and sat down next to Ebeth to watch.
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Post by Selene on Mar 11, 2007 18:04:45 GMT -5
Being able to do something right was reasonably encouraging for Selene. She tossed all four of her knives, but stopped, looking thoughtful, before going to retrieve them. She thought hard about the knives, peppering the blue and bullseye's area, and fiercely imagined them at her feet. When she opened her eyes again, they were at her feet.
Looking extraordinarily bashful, she slid them back into their sheathes and skeedaddled away from the targets, keeping on her serene face but positively twitching with regretful embarassment inside.
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Post by Amelia on Oct 18, 2007 20:23:09 GMT -5
Amelia relaxed a little bit and watched the many flying things go by her as though this was something that was very casual. She was still not used to it and started to give some of the dwarves horrible looks.
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