513, 18th 8th Bell.
It was a another summer morning and Kreig felt a little more energetic this day, sleep still did not come easy but it came. He stood there shirtless, his equipment set in a pile in a corner along with his long sword and training equilivants, with only the one with the metal core being held in his hand. His right grasping the lower half the hilt with a firm, but not too firm, grip and his left grasped the upper half near the hilt with its grip less firm than that of the right.
His right legt was planted forward slightly crouched while his left was sticking back like a pole at an odd angle. He looked at an invisible foe , the tip of his blade aimed at him while his mind imagined the foes position, form and intent. His eyes met his imaginary foes and by extention he could see the remaineder of his body.
Natasha Druva, his patron, looked at her squire with a patient look, here hands placed on top of her swords pommel, its sheathed tip planted against the earth. She looked at her rowdy looking squire as he prepared to attack and guard against a foe only he can see, a foe he conjured from his mind.
“ You are familiar with the term shadowboxing, yes?” She asked Kreig as he seemed ready to just swing his blade like a wild pup “A form of training that acts as a warm, like how you do drills to prepare your muscles for your many sparring bouts it is a warm up and to increase your focus. But it also sharpens the mind as you face an image of your opponent, trying to discern which tactics work best against him and repeating the techniques practiced for such a battle” Kreig found himself glancing at his patron from the corner his eyes, wondering why he was imagining himself as the foe? Why not someone else like those two hyenas at the fighter’s pit?
“In this case, your opponent is yourself. One’s worst enemy can come from within, as the self knows every thought you come up with, as you know its movements it knows yours in return” She smirked as she saw the look of annoyance on his face, the want to know why he had to face an opponent that can’t be beat “ As I said, this sharpens the mind and as such it will sharpen your mental reflexes, against yourself you shall attack and block repeatedly, envisioning the attacks as they come and as you give them, to increase their effectiveness against any foe and decrease them against yourself…… As such the self is the perfect training partner.” With a raised hand she motioned for Kreig to start already, Kreig eliciting a groan as a result.
He could see his mirror self, the mental construct he was dueling against, its dark form illustrating why the training was termed ‘shadowboxing’. He swung the wooden blade but only to stop short as the imaginary self simply blocked the attack with the flat of its own blade, there was no thwacking sound of wood against wood as the foe was not truly there, simply himself stopping short from the attack.
Then his Imaginary foe threw a kick to the abdomen, but Kreig jumped back to avoid and proceeded to to attack with an overhead strike. But the mirror self, true to Natasha’s words, blocked the attack with the flat of the blade…. But it wasn’t quite a block as once the blades made soundless contact, the mirror-self moved to the right side, Kreig’s sword ‘sliding’ off as the pommel of the mirror self’s sword made its way to slam in his face. Kreig raised his own arm to push it away and jumped back as sweat dripped down his brow…
Natasha simply chuckled as he squire’s imagination seemed to be rampant, or perhaps his years of experience helped give form to a foe truly intimidating. Nonetheless she was glad he was enjoying himself and for once not getting hurt ‘ like he does at the fighter’s pit’ She knew he brawled there often, it was no secret but she knew it was a stress reliever for him and was quite glad for it actually.
Violence was in Kreig’s being and if he had to vent it through fighting then she was glad it was at the fighters pit, it also helped that he seemed to train there at the time. But she also noted that he seemed to behind on that, she blamed herself partially as the only thing that seemed to noticeable improve was his unarmed skills. But the rest lagged behind and she didn’t have the time, nor did she consider, having him follow a set schedule. It was as much Kreig’s fault for not seeking such training, to seek aid in all the necessary skills for a knight.
Kreig was feeling an odd mix of irritation and joy, the fact was that his foe was simply himself and thus all his skills, memory and experience. Even if it were a figment, the effort he placed was as much as a real one, but he was discovering new ways to fight, new techniques to use and trying to find weaknesses to exploit…. But it wasn’t real, there was no clanging of weapons, no one was getting hurt and the only sweat dripping was himself. It simply wasn’t the same as a true battle, like Sera Natasha said; it was simply a warm up and a training exercise.
‘I suppose this will be like the drills, I’ll get used to it eventually’ He concluded, he was about to attack the mirror image he concocted before Natasha called out to him.
“Kreig, that’s enough for now” She said as she approached the brawler, holding a light cross bow and a quiver with twenty bolts.
“Wha? I thought we were focusing on the longsword for the day?” Kreig looked at the crossbow quizzically, through all the time he’d been here he had yet to focus on a ranged weapon, in fact he habitually avoided it because part of his mind could not comprehend WHY someone would want to fight at a farther distance. To him they were quite unsporting ‘Then again, according to some throwing sand is considered dishonorable’ He simply gave a small shrug.
“That will have to wait another day, fact of the matter is Kreig; your martial skills, weapon skills excluded, are already quite advanced. You are quite behind in other areas that a knight must learn and master, ranged combat being one of them” He already knew the other was horse riding and the use of a shield “ Now go fetch your shirt, and I’ll introduce you to a weapon more suitable for a warrior of your nature” Kreig simply nodded as he quickly retrieved his shirt from near his equipment pile “Good, now do you know what the weapon I hold is called?”
“Yes Sera, it’s called a Crossbow” Kreig said, the weapon was definitely common amongst the syndicates of Sunberth, especially amongst the Daggerhand whose large numbers meant the crossbow was most suited for their thugs to train on “I’ve seen it many a time in Sunberth”
“ But I’m certain you aren’t familiar with its parts?
“Um… is the bow shaped part called as such?”
“No, but good guess. Now come take it so I can give it to you and explain each part” Kreig heard and obeyed as he moved closer, first taking the bolt quiver and tying around his waist, it contained at least ten bolts. Then he took the light crossbow from his patron’s hands and was surprised that despite being ‘light’ it was a bit heavy.
“Now, let us begin…. The bow shaped part is indeed very much a bow, it’s just named differently. Here it’s called a prod, as you can see its considerably shorter than a shortbow, both ends would be called the limb and are strung together by well….a string, which is more durable than the ones used be regular bows but harder to pull, as the reduced size of the bow means you have to put more effort[/b}” She pointed, then pointed to the crafted wood that made up most of the weapon, holding the vital parts that made the weapon function “ [b]This here is called the stock, as you can see it holds prod and various other pieces, the metal lever your fingers are touching is called the trigger. Pressing it unleashes the bolt that is placed atop of a slot once the string is set” She then moved her finger to a piece that could be rolled back “[/b]That is called the nut, which is fitted into a socket, as you pull back the string you will also roll back the nut, causing it to set in place and hold the string[/b]” She then placed a hand on the handle shaped piece in front of the prod, looking very much that it came from a shovel “This is called the stirrup, a vital part of any crossbow. Pulling the string more often than not requires using both hands, as such you place your foot in there to hold the crossbow in place, then reach down and pull the string in place and latch it to the nut. Do it now if you please”
Kreig groaned audibly as he heard the long explanation of each piece, he was certain there was more but that the pieces mentioned were the ones he needed to know most about. Following his Patron’s instruction he placed one foot in the stirrup, stepping on it firmly in the ground as he bent down, his fingers grabbing the string ‘ooff, she wasn’t kidding when she said it was more difficult to pull’ He pulled the string back, the string nearly slipping from his fingers as their tips ran against the nut, rolling it back as the socket held it in place and then let go of the string as it reached its apex and was hooked to the nut.
“ Good, now grab a bolt, that’s the crossbow’s arrow” Kreig nodded as he reached to the back to grab a bolt from the quiver, his finger grasping one of them near its fletching as he pulled it out “ Now place it upon the crossbow” He obeyed as he the bolt was placed snugly on top of the stock, its rear against the nut “And that’s how you ready the Crossbow, now remove the bolt and follow me”
“Why do I need to remove the bolt?”
“Ah, I thought that would be obvious. You see, you holding a crossbow readied to fire a bolt is like a child carelessly holding a dagger, you could harm yourself and other” She answered before walking past him, Kreig simply followed and it didn’t take quite long for them to arrive to where Sera Natasha was leading him. There were three target dummies, the first set 20 feet away while the second and third were set away from each other by an identical distance.
Stacks of hay were set before them, acting as a sort of barrier or fence between them and the targets. He noted the composite bow and a quiver of arrows placed atop of them and turned to his Patron “ um… Whose bow is this Sira?”
Natasha answered by picking up the arrow quiver and slipping it over her head, picking up the bow with her left hand and smirked at her squire “Now, return the bolt to its place Kreig” Kreig nodded, that confused look on his face not leaving as he place the bolt atop of the cross bow “Now….place the butt of the stock against your right shoulder, your right hand placed upon the trigger and your left on the forefront, beneath the prod. Distance your legs, your right in the back and your left forward. Now see that small bolt, and no I don’t mean the arrow, I mean the piece of metal that’s sticking out in the back like a sore thumb” Kreig’s eye noted the small piece of metal, it seemed to keep the entire weapon together but also another purpose “That’s the weapon’s sights, crude but something much appreciated”
“Er….Sera, why I’m I using a crossbow if you’re using a shortbow?”
“simply enough? It’s a weapon more suited for you as its accurate, powerful and ultimately easy to train with compared to a bow. I admit I wish I could teach it to you as the bow is more my field, what I taught you about the crossbow I learnt from a book. I could fire an arrow quicker than you could a botl and a composite bow is nearly just as effective as a light crossbow, but it takes time, seasons to years to master the skill. With a crossbow we could at least train your aim, which isn’t quite different from using a bow, without developing the time consuming discipline required to master the bow”
“Now, place an eye behind the sight and alight it with the closest dummy. Once you have it in your sights simply press the trigger and allow the Bolt to fly” Kreig nodded as he raised the weapon, the rear of the stock pressed against his shoulder as his looked down behind the crude sight. His aim was shaky, unused to holding such a weapon. The distance between him and the target was short, any bolt released would be a sure hit. Kreig pressed the trigger, the Socket’s hold of the nut released as the nut rolled forward, the string pushing the bolt forward and the projectile through the air, its fletching giving it a solid trajectory as the bolt head struck the dummy’s upper left corner just below the shoulder with impressive force. The thwacking sound of the Crossbow as it components vibrated was surprisingly satisfying to the brawler. As he lowered the weapon he looked at his Patron, his eyebrow raised as he saw her preparing her bow. She pulled an arrow from its quiver, the nock of the arrow connecting with the bow string as his Patron pulled the string back, the arrow resting atop of the ledge above the grip as it crossed the bow. He noted that his mentor didn’t seem to be actually using the arm to pull but rather the muscles that extended to the back of the shoulders, pulling with them rather than the muscles in her arms.
As her grip with the bow was with the left, it was her right eye that served as the sight for targeting. Kreig noted that her right hand was wearing a glove that had its thumb and pnky finger cut off, her index, middle and ring finger gripping the string. On the opposite hand her left seemed to have an arm guard under its bicep, the protect the arm if the string happened to brush against it. Her position similar to the one she instructed Kreig to use and he realized truly why the bow wouldn’t quite fit him.
Other than him being a close combat specialist, it was the arm strength required to use the bow. With the crossbow he need only carry it and push the trigger, but with the bow he noted how his patron exerted strength with both arms simply to keep the weapon ready to fire. The palm of his left wouldn’t be able to take the strain without failing him, in serious combat situations he wore a gauntlet to keep it lethal but without it was a pale shadow of its former strength, forcing increased reliance on his right.
She released the string as it ejected the bow forward; it flew gracefully into the air as it struck the dummy closer to the center of its chest, just above the admin. Sera Natasha wiped a sweat from her brow before she reached for another arrow in her quiver and motioned for Kreig to prepare another bolt.
Kreig sighed as he place a leg through the stirrup, suddenly wishing the crossbow he held was just as quick to prepare, but that was the price paid for power, accuracy and ease of use with such weapons. His fingers pulling the string, rolling the notch as the socket took hold and the string was hooked to it. Then he reached for a bolt and placed it on the weapon and stared at his patron, who seemed ready to fire another arrow.
“ Whether it’s a bow or a crossbow, patience and discipline is key as you look down your target, to gauge the distance and adjust accordingly” She raised her bow slightly, preparing to fire at the target forty feet away. Her aim seem to be just above the target, a necessity as all that fly must land eventually and thus an arrow will not stay true unless the archer releasing it can keep it as such “to use the trajectory, the drop as a weapon itself to inspire fear in the enemy as you deliver righteous wrath upon them ” As she released the string the arrow flew once more, seemingly flying above the target only to lower and strike the dummy at the base of its neck “Kreig, for the next few bells I want to see at least two bolts on each target. That means of the ten bolts you have, including the one you previously fired, only eight have to strike consistently. Any less and you have to do it all over again[/b]”
Kreig was unsure how to go about that, it shouldn’t be quite difficult really if the weapon he held was so easy to use. But looking at each dummy, each twenty feet away from the other and he knew that what he thought was easier said than done ‘The last one seems like a petcher’ He thought, but then quickly shrugged as he nodded to his Patron, raised the weapon’s stock and pressed it against his shoulder, eye looking down the sight……and fired.
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It was a another summer morning and Kreig felt a little more energetic this day, sleep still did not come easy but it came. He stood there shirtless, his equipment set in a pile in a corner along with his long sword and training equilivants, with only the one with the metal core being held in his hand. His right grasping the lower half the hilt with a firm, but not too firm, grip and his left grasped the upper half near the hilt with its grip less firm than that of the right.
His right legt was planted forward slightly crouched while his left was sticking back like a pole at an odd angle. He looked at an invisible foe , the tip of his blade aimed at him while his mind imagined the foes position, form and intent. His eyes met his imaginary foes and by extention he could see the remaineder of his body.
Natasha Druva, his patron, looked at her squire with a patient look, here hands placed on top of her swords pommel, its sheathed tip planted against the earth. She looked at her rowdy looking squire as he prepared to attack and guard against a foe only he can see, a foe he conjured from his mind.
“ You are familiar with the term shadowboxing, yes?” She asked Kreig as he seemed ready to just swing his blade like a wild pup “A form of training that acts as a warm, like how you do drills to prepare your muscles for your many sparring bouts it is a warm up and to increase your focus. But it also sharpens the mind as you face an image of your opponent, trying to discern which tactics work best against him and repeating the techniques practiced for such a battle” Kreig found himself glancing at his patron from the corner his eyes, wondering why he was imagining himself as the foe? Why not someone else like those two hyenas at the fighter’s pit?
“In this case, your opponent is yourself. One’s worst enemy can come from within, as the self knows every thought you come up with, as you know its movements it knows yours in return” She smirked as she saw the look of annoyance on his face, the want to know why he had to face an opponent that can’t be beat “ As I said, this sharpens the mind and as such it will sharpen your mental reflexes, against yourself you shall attack and block repeatedly, envisioning the attacks as they come and as you give them, to increase their effectiveness against any foe and decrease them against yourself…… As such the self is the perfect training partner.” With a raised hand she motioned for Kreig to start already, Kreig eliciting a groan as a result.
He could see his mirror self, the mental construct he was dueling against, its dark form illustrating why the training was termed ‘shadowboxing’. He swung the wooden blade but only to stop short as the imaginary self simply blocked the attack with the flat of its own blade, there was no thwacking sound of wood against wood as the foe was not truly there, simply himself stopping short from the attack.
Then his Imaginary foe threw a kick to the abdomen, but Kreig jumped back to avoid and proceeded to to attack with an overhead strike. But the mirror self, true to Natasha’s words, blocked the attack with the flat of the blade…. But it wasn’t quite a block as once the blades made soundless contact, the mirror-self moved to the right side, Kreig’s sword ‘sliding’ off as the pommel of the mirror self’s sword made its way to slam in his face. Kreig raised his own arm to push it away and jumped back as sweat dripped down his brow…
Natasha simply chuckled as he squire’s imagination seemed to be rampant, or perhaps his years of experience helped give form to a foe truly intimidating. Nonetheless she was glad he was enjoying himself and for once not getting hurt ‘ like he does at the fighter’s pit’ She knew he brawled there often, it was no secret but she knew it was a stress reliever for him and was quite glad for it actually.
Violence was in Kreig’s being and if he had to vent it through fighting then she was glad it was at the fighters pit, it also helped that he seemed to train there at the time. But she also noted that he seemed to behind on that, she blamed herself partially as the only thing that seemed to noticeable improve was his unarmed skills. But the rest lagged behind and she didn’t have the time, nor did she consider, having him follow a set schedule. It was as much Kreig’s fault for not seeking such training, to seek aid in all the necessary skills for a knight.
Kreig was feeling an odd mix of irritation and joy, the fact was that his foe was simply himself and thus all his skills, memory and experience. Even if it were a figment, the effort he placed was as much as a real one, but he was discovering new ways to fight, new techniques to use and trying to find weaknesses to exploit…. But it wasn’t real, there was no clanging of weapons, no one was getting hurt and the only sweat dripping was himself. It simply wasn’t the same as a true battle, like Sera Natasha said; it was simply a warm up and a training exercise.
‘I suppose this will be like the drills, I’ll get used to it eventually’ He concluded, he was about to attack the mirror image he concocted before Natasha called out to him.
“Kreig, that’s enough for now” She said as she approached the brawler, holding a light cross bow and a quiver with twenty bolts.
“Wha? I thought we were focusing on the longsword for the day?” Kreig looked at the crossbow quizzically, through all the time he’d been here he had yet to focus on a ranged weapon, in fact he habitually avoided it because part of his mind could not comprehend WHY someone would want to fight at a farther distance. To him they were quite unsporting ‘Then again, according to some throwing sand is considered dishonorable’ He simply gave a small shrug.
“That will have to wait another day, fact of the matter is Kreig; your martial skills, weapon skills excluded, are already quite advanced. You are quite behind in other areas that a knight must learn and master, ranged combat being one of them” He already knew the other was horse riding and the use of a shield “ Now go fetch your shirt, and I’ll introduce you to a weapon more suitable for a warrior of your nature” Kreig simply nodded as he quickly retrieved his shirt from near his equipment pile “Good, now do you know what the weapon I hold is called?”
“Yes Sera, it’s called a Crossbow” Kreig said, the weapon was definitely common amongst the syndicates of Sunberth, especially amongst the Daggerhand whose large numbers meant the crossbow was most suited for their thugs to train on “I’ve seen it many a time in Sunberth”
“ But I’m certain you aren’t familiar with its parts?
“Um… is the bow shaped part called as such?”
“No, but good guess. Now come take it so I can give it to you and explain each part” Kreig heard and obeyed as he moved closer, first taking the bolt quiver and tying around his waist, it contained at least ten bolts. Then he took the light crossbow from his patron’s hands and was surprised that despite being ‘light’ it was a bit heavy.
“Now, let us begin…. The bow shaped part is indeed very much a bow, it’s just named differently. Here it’s called a prod, as you can see its considerably shorter than a shortbow, both ends would be called the limb and are strung together by well….a string, which is more durable than the ones used be regular bows but harder to pull, as the reduced size of the bow means you have to put more effort[/b}” She pointed, then pointed to the crafted wood that made up most of the weapon, holding the vital parts that made the weapon function “ [b]This here is called the stock, as you can see it holds prod and various other pieces, the metal lever your fingers are touching is called the trigger. Pressing it unleashes the bolt that is placed atop of a slot once the string is set” She then moved her finger to a piece that could be rolled back “[/b]That is called the nut, which is fitted into a socket, as you pull back the string you will also roll back the nut, causing it to set in place and hold the string[/b]” She then placed a hand on the handle shaped piece in front of the prod, looking very much that it came from a shovel “This is called the stirrup, a vital part of any crossbow. Pulling the string more often than not requires using both hands, as such you place your foot in there to hold the crossbow in place, then reach down and pull the string in place and latch it to the nut. Do it now if you please”
Kreig groaned audibly as he heard the long explanation of each piece, he was certain there was more but that the pieces mentioned were the ones he needed to know most about. Following his Patron’s instruction he placed one foot in the stirrup, stepping on it firmly in the ground as he bent down, his fingers grabbing the string ‘ooff, she wasn’t kidding when she said it was more difficult to pull’ He pulled the string back, the string nearly slipping from his fingers as their tips ran against the nut, rolling it back as the socket held it in place and then let go of the string as it reached its apex and was hooked to the nut.
“ Good, now grab a bolt, that’s the crossbow’s arrow” Kreig nodded as he reached to the back to grab a bolt from the quiver, his finger grasping one of them near its fletching as he pulled it out “ Now place it upon the crossbow” He obeyed as he the bolt was placed snugly on top of the stock, its rear against the nut “And that’s how you ready the Crossbow, now remove the bolt and follow me”
“Why do I need to remove the bolt?”
“Ah, I thought that would be obvious. You see, you holding a crossbow readied to fire a bolt is like a child carelessly holding a dagger, you could harm yourself and other” She answered before walking past him, Kreig simply followed and it didn’t take quite long for them to arrive to where Sera Natasha was leading him. There were three target dummies, the first set 20 feet away while the second and third were set away from each other by an identical distance.
Stacks of hay were set before them, acting as a sort of barrier or fence between them and the targets. He noted the composite bow and a quiver of arrows placed atop of them and turned to his Patron “ um… Whose bow is this Sira?”
Natasha answered by picking up the arrow quiver and slipping it over her head, picking up the bow with her left hand and smirked at her squire “Now, return the bolt to its place Kreig” Kreig nodded, that confused look on his face not leaving as he place the bolt atop of the cross bow “Now….place the butt of the stock against your right shoulder, your right hand placed upon the trigger and your left on the forefront, beneath the prod. Distance your legs, your right in the back and your left forward. Now see that small bolt, and no I don’t mean the arrow, I mean the piece of metal that’s sticking out in the back like a sore thumb” Kreig’s eye noted the small piece of metal, it seemed to keep the entire weapon together but also another purpose “That’s the weapon’s sights, crude but something much appreciated”
“Er….Sera, why I’m I using a crossbow if you’re using a shortbow?”
“simply enough? It’s a weapon more suited for you as its accurate, powerful and ultimately easy to train with compared to a bow. I admit I wish I could teach it to you as the bow is more my field, what I taught you about the crossbow I learnt from a book. I could fire an arrow quicker than you could a botl and a composite bow is nearly just as effective as a light crossbow, but it takes time, seasons to years to master the skill. With a crossbow we could at least train your aim, which isn’t quite different from using a bow, without developing the time consuming discipline required to master the bow”
“Now, place an eye behind the sight and alight it with the closest dummy. Once you have it in your sights simply press the trigger and allow the Bolt to fly” Kreig nodded as he raised the weapon, the rear of the stock pressed against his shoulder as his looked down behind the crude sight. His aim was shaky, unused to holding such a weapon. The distance between him and the target was short, any bolt released would be a sure hit. Kreig pressed the trigger, the Socket’s hold of the nut released as the nut rolled forward, the string pushing the bolt forward and the projectile through the air, its fletching giving it a solid trajectory as the bolt head struck the dummy’s upper left corner just below the shoulder with impressive force. The thwacking sound of the Crossbow as it components vibrated was surprisingly satisfying to the brawler. As he lowered the weapon he looked at his Patron, his eyebrow raised as he saw her preparing her bow. She pulled an arrow from its quiver, the nock of the arrow connecting with the bow string as his Patron pulled the string back, the arrow resting atop of the ledge above the grip as it crossed the bow. He noted that his mentor didn’t seem to be actually using the arm to pull but rather the muscles that extended to the back of the shoulders, pulling with them rather than the muscles in her arms.
As her grip with the bow was with the left, it was her right eye that served as the sight for targeting. Kreig noted that her right hand was wearing a glove that had its thumb and pnky finger cut off, her index, middle and ring finger gripping the string. On the opposite hand her left seemed to have an arm guard under its bicep, the protect the arm if the string happened to brush against it. Her position similar to the one she instructed Kreig to use and he realized truly why the bow wouldn’t quite fit him.
Other than him being a close combat specialist, it was the arm strength required to use the bow. With the crossbow he need only carry it and push the trigger, but with the bow he noted how his patron exerted strength with both arms simply to keep the weapon ready to fire. The palm of his left wouldn’t be able to take the strain without failing him, in serious combat situations he wore a gauntlet to keep it lethal but without it was a pale shadow of its former strength, forcing increased reliance on his right.
She released the string as it ejected the bow forward; it flew gracefully into the air as it struck the dummy closer to the center of its chest, just above the admin. Sera Natasha wiped a sweat from her brow before she reached for another arrow in her quiver and motioned for Kreig to prepare another bolt.
Kreig sighed as he place a leg through the stirrup, suddenly wishing the crossbow he held was just as quick to prepare, but that was the price paid for power, accuracy and ease of use with such weapons. His fingers pulling the string, rolling the notch as the socket took hold and the string was hooked to it. Then he reached for a bolt and placed it on the weapon and stared at his patron, who seemed ready to fire another arrow.
“ Whether it’s a bow or a crossbow, patience and discipline is key as you look down your target, to gauge the distance and adjust accordingly” She raised her bow slightly, preparing to fire at the target forty feet away. Her aim seem to be just above the target, a necessity as all that fly must land eventually and thus an arrow will not stay true unless the archer releasing it can keep it as such “to use the trajectory, the drop as a weapon itself to inspire fear in the enemy as you deliver righteous wrath upon them ” As she released the string the arrow flew once more, seemingly flying above the target only to lower and strike the dummy at the base of its neck “Kreig, for the next few bells I want to see at least two bolts on each target. That means of the ten bolts you have, including the one you previously fired, only eight have to strike consistently. Any less and you have to do it all over again[/b]”
Kreig was unsure how to go about that, it shouldn’t be quite difficult really if the weapon he held was so easy to use. But looking at each dummy, each twenty feet away from the other and he knew that what he thought was easier said than done ‘The last one seems like a petcher’ He thought, but then quickly shrugged as he nodded to his Patron, raised the weapon’s stock and pressed it against his shoulder, eye looking down the sight……and fired.
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