First Market day and now Endals? (Fois)

[Darren]

Date: 80th of Summer, Year 511 Location: The Market Place A day free to take in his surroundings a bit better before finding himself some work. Darren couldn't ask for anything more, besides maybe another person's point of view of how Wind Reach works. Like the gate man told him before social tensions were easily seen between the Inartans and even more visible discrimination towards him for not having red hair. It was slightly tiring not to take such seemingly normal interaction seriously. Don't they realize that they were talking to another just like them? he mused silently as he observed the conditions the other classes left the deks in. He breathed out deeply as he took a few paces forward, the only thing he could be bothered to see were halls upon endless halls. The Warrens was just another aspect that he found very exhausting. Seemingly dark and deary in some areas, the fact that some areas shone brightly in contrast wasn't too good a compromise to him. The small flickering flame always shining that vacant hue of orange constantly lulled him to sleep as it contrasted against the halls. Finally at the end of the hall he found a wide opening, sun shone down on his pragmatic eyes before he covered his eyes out of irritation. Eyes that flared red in annoyance turned a glaring blue as he tried to keep his composure. "What place is this?" Darren wondered aloud as he saw a congregation of stands forming a perimeter around the opening. As he neared the first of the stalls sniffed the air for trying to gauge the curious view, smelling... a variety of things. Paint, food, coal, metal, people and upon closer inspection each stall had respective stands for each person. A marketplace he determined somewhat uninterested. Money was somewhat tight nowadays...but there wasn't no harm in just looking right? Passing through the stalls readily available he shied away from anything superfluousness or otherwise unnecessary. He shied away from the surly looking leather worker, willed his way from the tasty pastries that looked to delicious to eat, until he came across the industrial section of the marketplace. He stopped at what was called the Hot Hammer, buying himself two extra throwing knives before taking a look at the archery stall nearby. He smiled slightly as he grabbed one of the bows in one hand as he held it with the air of a incompetence. oocSorry if it's a bit confusing, working out the kinks after my vacation. Italics will be Vani.

[Fois]

Fois raised one of the bows and extended his arm forward. It was beautifully crafted yew longbow. It was just under six foot in length and was protected with a generous rub of wax, resin and a bit of fine tallow. Wrapped in high quality leather for a comfortable grip and carefully carved shelf for the arrow made the weapon a pleasure to wield and use. In the arms of a skilled archer it could pierce the finest armour that was over 250 yards away. All this was just a small fraction of what Vincent told the Endal about the bow. Fois couldn’t keep up with the overwhelming waves of information sent his way by the experienced archer and fletcher, but instead of interrupting he just let the man talk and provide the background noise while he was examining the bow on his own. Fois pulled the string back. It wasn’t as easy as he had gotten used to with his current bow. Perhaps he needed to change his bowstring. The Endal carefully returned the string back into its original position. He repeated the process a couple more times trying to imagine how it would be shooting that bow and during all that time the shopkeeper of the Bull’s Eye was explaining the importance of routine maintenance of a bow. ”Feels similar to the last bow I have bought from you,” he said to Vincent. ”I’m using one of the bows that I was given at the range now, but it’s not nearly as good as one of yours.” ”What happened to my bow?” ”It got broken on a terrible hunt.” ”Oh my! Why didn’t you bring it to me to fix it?” the man appeared to be very saddened by the news. ”It was very broken,” Fois sounded a little bit sorry. ”And it was a very terrible hunt.” ”Still, you should’ve treated it better,” Vincent said with an unhappy face. The bow fletcher still carried on the discussion even though Fois decided to not be a part of it anymore and instead focused his attention on the bow. He didn’t come to the market to buy anything and even though the longbow had caught his attention, the Endal wasn’t about to buy it. As he put down the weapon to its place, Fois noticed a foreigner at the stall. It was easy to identify the man as such since he lacked the obvious Inartan traits. The way he wielded a bow was also very amusing. ”Now here is the best archer in Wind Reach,” he said to Vincent with a chuckle. Fois turned to the outsider to address him. ”Never saw bow before?” The question was immediately followed by a short laugh.

Language color code :

Nari (NPC)
Common

[Darren]

Setting the bow down, Darren gave a short chuckle as he remebered something pretaining to bows. Mentioning something about 'those darn beady eye'd critters' as he stopped adruptly realizing the stare of the Inarta next to him. "Erm, hello..." Darren smiled nervously as he tried to recall what Fois just said. He laugh alongside him for an awkward moment before answering "I know bow" Darren answered slightly skeptical. He paused for a second seeing if there was anything else the man wanted to know before continuing. "Vantha, know bow. Vantha bow very well" he reassured as his hand rested on the stall. His fingers carelessly survey'd the various arrows and bow near him, checking each individual arrow's strength before he found something to say. His free hand rested on his belt as he looked at Fois's face before looking back at the fletcher's wares. "Darren does not use bow though. Prefer knifes" he explained as his free hand slowly revealed three knifes from his belt. A little longer then the length of his hand, he spread the three out as he showed Fois. "Prefer fighting upclose" as showing the strength of his arm. Compared to his original fighting style with the knifes he was little more then an enthusiast. Only practicing when he found himself time after his usual regiment, though he did pick them up for a reason. "You prefer bow?" Darren asked politely, finding enough reason to look at Fois head on. He then took quick stock of Fois's physical stature before smiling to himself, slightly amused. The most distinct feature Fois had was the braid covered with cloth, a curious sight to the Vantha compared to his somewhat messy hair. Right about now Darren felt it prudent to run his hand through his own hair as he nodded to Fois. "You should, you are Inarta" he shrugged somewhat dismissively. It was a rare sight to see an Inarta with another weapon, other then maybe aTalon Sword. Being on a mountain and you'll find little reason to use anything else he guessed to himself.

[Fois]

The man identified himself as one of the Vantha people. Fois didn’t know too much about them. Their land was cold, language strange and carvings beautiful. Without having seen a lot of Vanthas in his town, perhaps due to inability to recognize them as such in most cases, the Endal wasn’t sure if the man’s appearance was typical to his race, but it didn’t conflict with the image that would pop in his mind when he heard of the people. However, for some reason he did not see them as archers. ”Bow very well you say?” he asked with a clearly noticeable doubt in his voice. The rider didn’t really wait for an answer to that question, dismissing the particular thread of the conversation with a shrug. Fois thought their talk was over as the man went back to exploring the wares of the stall. The Endal was rather fine with that as he wasn’t particularly interested in the outsider. But the Vantha spoke again, this time calling himself Darren, be it his name, title or profession. He showed Fois his knives and the blades grabbed the hunter’s attention for a while. There were three of them, a fact the Endal found interesting, since he had barely use for his single dagger. He raised his eyes from the knives back at Darren, doing his best to change slight curiosity with a supine boredom in them. Fois couldn’t explain to himself why, but he didn’t want the outsider to see that he found what the man had to show and say a little bit intriguing, even if just for a brief moment. ”Of course I prefer bow,” Fois answered with determination. ”Bow has many better than else weapons. A good eye and a strong arm, and enemy fall before reach you. Close combat, and you are in danger when there is no reason. Also, bow doesn’t let enemy run away.” A confident smile appeared on his face when he was done speaking. Even though the Endal really believed what he was saying, his opinion could still be called biased. His skills in close combat were quite poor when not laughable, even if enabling him to save himself on a couple occasions. Fois paused for a while but curiosity won over him eventually. ”Why have three knives when only have two hands?”

[Darren]

Darren listened passively throughout the other man's dialogue. What Fois tried to convey as skepticism came off as him being unsure of his ability in common. However even with this restriction the man seemed to be quite animated when it came to bows. The Vantha smirked slightly as Fois finished waiting patiently to politely agree, for the most part. "Seems close minded. What happens if place is closed off or blocked? Not everyone fights on high ground... or air" Darren paused slightly as he quickly imagined the scene. Though there were times that using a bow would be honorable the Vantha thought very little about it's usage in the hands of a degenerate. "Always good to know other things, knight would be hard using only bows." His eyes shimmered slightly as he considered the difficulty of that situation. "Bow people run away too. They run away more." Darren snickered at that, remembering the times he would have to deal with a ranged combatant. Though the confidence the Inarta seemed to have in bows was a refreshing, compared to the his own mental musings. "Oh?" Darren grinned widely in response. "Here let me show you" he offered as he then groped around his persons for a few more of the bladed weapons. Feeling another set of blades, Darren produced three more knifes from his bags. Picking out the two he just bought earlier he seperated them from the others he had as he looked for a suitable spot. His eyes searched around for a quick moment before he found what it was he was looking for. There, that should suffice. motioning Fois to watch Darren then pointed at what his searches came up with. A small stretch oof earth layed before him, with no stalls or other hindrances before him Darren looked back to the Inarta as he started his little performance. His eyes stared at the stretch before him impassively, once a possible spot for a stall, today it was unmolested as it away from the main parts of the market. Darren's then took his knifes in hand, putting the Inarta made knifes in his right while his normal stock was held in his left hand. He took a slow breathe as he concentrated, unlocking the mental restrictions he set for himself. Throwing one knife to join with the two on his right Darren eyes dilated as he took a stance. A soft flow of his own djed was being directed to the right side of his body that involved throwing. The muscles in his arm, wrist, shoulder, back. 'Anterior Deltoid muscle...' he mouthed as he felt the extra flow of djed excite his throwing arm. Ready. The djed process wasn't too hard, in fact it was pretty light compared to when he's throwing a punch, the flow and feel was manageable. Granted if he wanted to really stick out he could probably put more into it but for now this amount of flux manipulation will suffice. "Don't close your eyes" Darren then coiled back as he selected the first of his projectiles. A longer blade would be easier to see for a split second before being thrown hard at the dirt in front of him. About 4-5 meters away from him Darren then reared back to throw another in quick succession. His brain's processing felt a slight affirmation as he felt the next knife move into position. Darren managed himself just right as he threw another knife within the same breathe. It dug itself barely a foot or two away as he drew back for the third and final throw. Directing his djed back up to his arms from the soles of his feet he managed to recover from the second throw before launching another missile. However he erred slightly on the throw, releasing too soon and hitting the dirt way too early. Darren shrugged slightly at the last throw, being stopping two meters then he intended. Sighing slightly, he ran his free hand throw his hair before taking the last three knifes he had. Whatever leftover focus he might have had left Darren pooled together as he felt a huge influx of djed in his pathways. Running fast along his arm, turned slightly at Fois before his brain gave the order. His mind and fingers echoing the same sensation of touch, Darren 's hand swung horizontally as he shot out two of his remaining knifes. Finally, taking little time to recover he reversed the direction of his djed networks as he threw his last final blade in a flicking motion. "And that's how you do it" The Vantha explained to the Inarta as he pointed to his handy work. Looking to see the results Fois would see what Darren's reasons were. Two of the scrapper's missiles were embedded deeply into the earth, one shy a meter or two from them, the two thrown simultaneously found it's way halfway between the two and the final knife thrown underhand to hit the third knife he threw. Darren drew back appreciatively before moving to retrieve them, though he showed an air of carelessness and some disregard. Not as good as I would have wanted but I'll eventually get it down.

[Fois]

Darren’s arguments should have made sense, but Fois struggled to find the rationale behind it. What the Vantha had told was technically true on some level, yet hardly very practical or common enough to be taken into serious consideration. ”Why fight in closed off places?” The Endal shrugged in dismissal of Darren’s thoughts. ”There are no enemies inside the Mt. Skyinarta. If people get drunk and fight, then it’s good that they not use weapon. When you have to use weapon, you’re outside in the forest or on the Wind Eagle. Rarely use from other weapons, not bow. Other weapons maybe for…” Fois paused briefly looking for the right word, ”…backup.” The Endal’s view on the world and the oceans of its components was strongly grounded in the reality that surrounded him and the life in Wind Reach, thus he had troubles grasping the unlikely and almost fantastical scenarios that Darren was speaking of. Fois was no stranger to the world of imagination, but even in his invented dreams the everyday life had a huge influence. In his fantasy he would participate in an unbelievably successful hunt, but not in a fight against mythical monsters. The most secret and deepest ones would have him explore foreign cities but even then strictly during the task he would have been assigned as an Endal. And even though the Vantha appeared to be happy with his reasoning, the Inarta found it increasingly ridiculous. He didn’t even try to hide it and laughed at Darren’s words. ”How many knights you saw? How many knights you fought? Not many knights come here. Not many knights want to fight us. Why then think so hard about knights?” Fois still remained with a smile on his face, but became more serious in tone, showing some willingness to entertain the idea presented by the outsider. ”It is true that bow is best weapon, but I also see that sometimes you need other things to help. It’s not mean that bow is not best, but only that not all situation are best for it. We have talon swords to cut knights and Wind Eagles to destroy them.” His argument derailed a little from the main discussion, but strong conviction still remained. ”Archers move back to shoot from away. It is called tactics. When people with other weapons run back, it is almost always to flee. But with bow you can still hit them.” Fois watched Darren reveal three more blades, making him wonder if the outsider was about to juggle them like some performer during the festival. Knives, however, would have been quite a dangerous object to play with. The Vantha looked around for something and when he found that something, which to Fois appeared like nothing, or just an area of plain ground to be more precise, he seemed to focus. Darren then began throwing his blades into the dirt one by one, then two at the same time and finished with one again. The Endal was interested to see what would happen and thus didn’t object to the outsider’s actions, but when he was done, Fois couldn’t help but feel a little underwhelmed. Sure it was curious to see the weapon used in that way, but hitting the ground with a blade usually indicated failure, so he couldn’t assess how impressive this performance should have been. With the initial intrigue gone, the Endal in Fois woke up again. He glanced at Vincent, who wasn’t all too happy about the games with blades going on next to his stall, and walked over to Darren grabbing him by the shoulder. ”Idiot Vantha,” his tone was a mixture of irritation and annoyance. ”I don’t know how you do it in the land of Winter, but in here we don’t play with weapons where we want, and certainly not in market place. You want to hurt someone or cause trouble? Derdain over there can through you out for that.” The Endal’s expressions then relaxed, his voice calmed down and he removed his hand from Darren. ”Besides, I cannot see if this is any good what you can do. Do you know where Sanikas Gates is? Nearby is an archery range. We can go there and you could show me if your knives is any use when there is a target.”

OOCClose minded racists aren’t easily impressed

[Darren]

Disregarding the man's attitude and reasoning Darren merely settled to respectfully disagree with Fois. This man wasn't a traveler like him and to assume that he knew about the world outside of Wind Reach wouldn't be right. How could the Inarta know that farther away Wind Reach wasn't like other places. That the way his city is constructed and that of other cultures were as different as the people living in it. No he couldn't assume that Fois knew any of this, it was as Val said. This Inarta's education seemed typical of his culture, only watching things from far away it seems. Eventually he might be able to see how his race's innovations fare against others, Darren had already seen how his own stacked up against new environments, situations and it's people. So the serious tone Fois only worked to amuse the Vantha slightly while he quietly disagreed with what he said, at least to a degree. Talon swords are pretty. From what I have seen they are seemingly ornamental the way they are carried. Though I admit the birds you have all over the place are eerie. However he was still open to other people's opinions and Fois was trying his best, it would be rude not to listen. Rather it's to not give that person with the bow to discourteously take advantage from so far away. A swordsman dueling an archer thirty yards away with a clear sight? That's just outright murder. I would be disgusted to be part of such an undignified practice. After his small exhibition he picked up his knifes as before wiping them clean. True he might be idealistic but even he still had to adapt to such practices. At least my opponents have a chance to face me head on. He glanced back at Fois with disillusioned eyes, he didn't like thinking about this. "What?" His tone turned weary from his concessions. It looks like he lacked respect alongside upstanding ideals. "Of course not, we are far from main market. I do know how to use correctly. I'd love to see him try." Darren's mood was quickly deteriorating with only the possibility for a up close confrontation keeping him going. He shifted for a moment as he tried to relax. "I did not know, normally others understand." This man doesn't realize how useful a volley from up close would be? No, he would probably flying up high so far away and coddled that speed wouldn't matter. Hmph, I have erred. Common sense is a different beast in this terrain. Hmm, though there might still be a chance to let him understand. "Lead the way...Mr. Braid" oocNice post. Somewhat refreshing to deal with someone difficult after the initial irritation

[Fois]

Fois didn’t pay much attention to Darren’s excuses and dismissed them immediately without so much as giving a second thought to them. Or a first one, for that matter. The Endal only wanted an answer to his question and words would have been more than enough. No need for a flashy and pointless demonstration of flying knives in public. The hunter wasn’t narrow-minded enough to reject those blades as a serious weapon and the style as a viable one, but there had to be something more than throwing them into the dirt to impress him. After all, Fois had to defend bows to this Vantha for some reason, when now he acted as if his performance had to be perceived as awe inspiring one. If one thought about it for a moment, anything could be turned into a dangerous weapon. Was that the outsider’s point? But even then it would require someone with a skill to wield that weapon in a manner that would make it dangerous. Fois could see that it was not the first time that Darren had thrown his knives, but he struggled to determine his proficiency, which was the reason why he asked the outsider to come to an archery range. The nickname that the cocky Vantha gave Fois was met with a short but sharp glare. The Endal managed to resist the immediate impulse to show the outsider his place. The thought that Darren was arrogant enough to meet the lesson with resistance meant that he would have to kill him quickly with his dagger and murdering someone just for their brief demonstration of ignorance would probably be too much. Fois also knew that he likely wasn’t skilled enough for that and risking serious injuries for something that stupid would have probably not been approved by Seleer either. ”Keep dangerous words behind your teeth, outsider,” the Endal decided to stick to words when moments of consideration managed to calm him down. He still spoke in a low, threatening voice though. ”Stick to throwing knives.” Fois turned around with a ‘follow me’ nod towards the direction they were about to go. On their long way to the Sanikas Archery Range the Endal didn’t make a single attempt to make a conversation with Darren though he would probably engage in one if the Vantha started it. The journey around the dark and repetitive warrens of Wind Reach finally came to an end when the two men reached the gates. They were let through with just a raised eyebrow – a sign of surprise that Fois was leaving the town on foot. It wasn’t much of an out-of-town trip since after only a couple of chimes they were approaching the carved out part of the volcano that the archery range was located in. As the clear path turned narrower and barely visible, Fois gestured at the handholds in the wall, while not slowing down his pace. ”Something for outsiders to hold on to,” he said with a slightly mocking smile that Darren, who was behind him, could not see. The Vantha might have been able to hear it from the tone, though. ”You not always pass very well.” There weren’t too many visitors at the archery range as most of the Inarta were enjoying the Market day. Of those, who decided that their time would be better spent at the outdoors range with a magnificent view, were a few Avoras and several Chiets. Fois liked the lack of busyness and moved towards the unoccupied set of targets before turning to Darren. ”Well, Vantha,” he said crossing arms in front of his chest. ”Show what good your blades are.”

OOCIt took me way too long to reply to this. Sorry about that.
Also, I suck at describing environment, so if you want to write about what they see on their way, knock yourself out

[Darren]

An amused look was show on Darren's lips as he showed Fois the recently retrieved knifes, poking fun at the serious Inarta. "Why not? I got the reaction I wanted." Allowing himself to drink in the small success he had in riling up Fois Darren then went on with a more coversational tone with the Inarta. "So what do you do sir? I'm guessing knowing bow is good for city right?" The last word said with less reverence then normal it was apparent the foreigner wasn't too accustomed to overly respectful rank related talk. A questioning look as Fois led the pair out of Wind Reach, what was he playing at? Nodding slightly at the rails that lined the stairs he didn't hide any attempt that this was the first time he had ever seen them. Curiously eyeing the unfamiliar structure he gripped it questioningly with both hands as they climbed down to the range. Being so up high was still a trying concept for the Vantha as his eyes gaze out from Mt. SkyInarta. With the sun at it's highest point the view from the range was dazzling as much as it was irritating. Following cautiously, the Vantha would give an easy smile in response to the title given to him. "Darren. What about you Inarta? You use bow right? Join me." If Fois would join him they would find themselves only a mere five meters away from their targets. "Close first, far later" With that Darren would take an easy position before starting the initial display. Selecting the most familiar of his set he pulled out four of the smaller, well used knifes. A long breathe ending with his first knife thrown barely half a foot away from the center. Pacing himself the Vantha threw another blade that hit closer to the center the first. A smile shown on his face he let out another as he recovered hitting the mark a foot farther from the initial two. Giving a dismissive chuckle at the latest attempt, he finished the small burst by throwing his last projectile underhanded. The last attempt being the most familiar and safest of his throws sailed a nice tight arch before landing only a small distance above the center mass. An appreciative look at his handiwork, he would look back see what Fois had to say/finish his set. Hopefully he would understand now seeing as the small exhibition took only 4-5 seconds without too much concentration. ooc : Italics is Vani. I'm guessing we'll have close targets(5m) first, then mid ranged(15m) then longer distanced(25m)? I'll start the first, then you can initiate the last two. If you need a Dek runner to get you a bow it's safe to assume I waited.

[Fois]

From the look on Darren’s face Fois could tell that the outsider’s ignorance was beyond fixing. He just shrugged as if to say that he would not be bothered to indulge the Vantha’s silliness, at least for now. ”I bring food to Wind Reach,” he responded to Darren in a tone that suggested he was answering a stupid question. At least Fois felt that he was. The outsider seemed to be having problems in telling the difference between a Dek and an Endal. ”Bow helps the Wind Reach people not to starve.” Before starting another knife throwing demonstration Darren invited Fois to shoot a bow along side. Or was it a challenge? Whatever it was, the Endal found little reason to refuse. Maybe this would serve as an opportunity to show the Vantha how good the bows can be. ”Alright, I will,” Fois nodded slowly. He turned around, his eyes scanning the visitors of the Sanikas Range until they were caught by a Chiet nearby, who was using a left-handed longbow. ”Chiet,” he called out to her. ”Your bow.” The rider extended his arm towards the woman, waiting for the weapon. ”I need to borrow it for a while.” The Chiet turned away from her target looking at Fois with a surprised expression on her face which soon changed into a more nervous one when she saw the man. The commoner nodded quickly and approached Fois, handing him her weapon. ”Arrows, too,” he added when she was about to move away backwards. ”I’m not to throw the bow.” Her cheeks ignited with deep red to match the color of her hair as she removed her quiver and gave it to the Endal. He nodded to thank and dismiss her at the same time and the girl moved away to watch the rider and the outsider from afar. The distance that Darren chose far “close” was ridiculously near the target, but Fois decided to say nothing about that and instead let the outsider see it for himself later. The Endal watched the Vantha show off his skills again, and although the results weren’t great, he had to admit it was quite quick. Without any comments he put on the quiver over his shoulder and positioned himself in a proper shooting stance, moving his left leg a little bit forward for better balance. The Endal’s fingers reached back to fish out an arrow and nocked it into the bow. Right hand holding the weapon firmly between the thumb and the index finger waited until three digits of the left one that had hooked the bowstring would draw the longbow. He raised the weapon simultaneously with the pulling back of the string. Once he felt his left thumb brush against his jaw line, Fois transferred the strength for holding the drawn string from his arm to the back muscles. Since the distance was so short, the Endal only aimed while extending the draw slightly with the help of the shoulder-blades pulling together, his left arm waiting in a relaxed yet firm state. Feeling that he was ready, Fois took away all the strength from the left hand fingers, allowing the bowstring to escape with the power that shot out the arrow, which, not surprisingly, hit very near the centre. Since the shot was so good, he didn’t need to adjust anything, so not wanting to lose the feeling Fois took another arrow and repeated the process, this time a bit faster and without thinking. The arrow landed just slightly lower than the first making the archer feel that he had the shots from that distance mastered. That might have been a mistake as the excessive confidence brought unnecessary thoughts to his mind and he released the third arrow slightly too soon, making it land a few inches off centre. Preferring sets of three in such situations, Fois felt no need to adjust himself to the pace dictated by Darren. ”You have speed,” he admitted turning to the Vantha. Each of his shots took about as long as the Darren’s whole set. ”But accuracy is very sacrificed. If we shot from normal distance, we see it more clearly.” With those words the Endal moved back to triple the distance, nearing the edge of his complete comfort and confidence zone. Another arrow found its way out of the quiver and into the longbow. Now that the target was further away, more concentration was needed as Fois drew and aimed the weapon. Having no desire to repeat the same mistake of the last shot, he carefully waited for all signs to show that he was ready: left thumb just below his cheek, draw arm relaxed, back muscles holding the string. His breathing was calm and slow, not disturbing the trajectory that the arrow would soon be flying. Content with the preparation, the Endal allowed his left hand fingers to release the bowstring. The arrow flew through the air and hit the target about eight inches above the centre. Disappointed with the first shot, Fois thought that not properly lowered right shoulder might have been at fault there. Stretching his arm forward against the bow for the next shot he made sure not to make the same error. The results agreed with his judgment as the second arrow lodged itself around in the middle between the first one and the centre. Trying to repeat the exact same shot, Fois made another shot without much additional thought, relying on the memory of his muscles. It landed slightly to the left of the better shot and quite a bit closer to the centre. Fois lowered his bow and looked at Darren. ”Well, how the knife thrower finds this distance? Maybe you want to try one even further?”