Time Stamp: 43rd of Summer, 513AV
Location: The Anthonius Fighter's Pit
Who: Aoren Skycrown
As he walked into the Anthonius Fighter's Pit at noon, Solin swore at himself under his breath in Tukant because he didn't want to come to the fighting pit during the hottest and busiest times of the day, but the Kelvic overslept once again, and now he needed to wait in line to get a archery lane. As he walked to the archery lines, he saw two loud human males talking to each other. He was surprised there wasn't anyone in the middle lane between them. Solin immediately took the vacant lane, and he started to unbuckle his sword scabbard. The kelvic glanced at the bald human to his left and saw his whole body was covered head to toe with tattoos. Solin gave him a polite nod and said with a smile, “Pleasant day isn't?” The bald man glared at him for a few ticks and said sharply, “It hotter than shyke, boy, and I think you should move along since we are shooting here today.” Solin kept his smile on his face and nodded to the man, and he looked at the large man to his right. This human had long oily black hair with a raven tattoo on his back. His eyes glanced to his backpack and saw a long sword scabbard laying against it. Solin smirked at the bald man and said laugh, “Well my colorful friend, I am not moving since there is three lanes and only two of you, so we could always make a compromise. Why don't your greasy friend over there move to my lane, so you two can spend the rest of your day together in peace than I will take his lane farther away from you, so we will all be happy.”
The bald man stuck a finger in his face and said sternly, “Listen here you little punk when I tell you to get the petch out of here! You better high tail it out of here!” Solin crossed his arms, stared at him with a grin on his face, and said with a laugh, “Wow, you are either brave or stupid trying to intimate someone the knight stronghold. Go ahead and assault me. I doubt you will get to far before the knights arrest you, so do you want to make the deal or not? I don't have all day.” The oily haired man responded with hint of intelligence in his voice, “Kreagar, you need to control your temper this isn't Sunberth, and the boy isn't backing down, so I suggest you shut your mouth.” Solin tilted his head, grinned at the human, and said in the same even tempered voice, “I would listen to your oily haired friend, Kreagar this isn't Sunberth.” Kregar growled to himself, threw up his hands at the white haired man, and said trying to control his temper, “Fine you little shyke! You take Sarith lane.” Solin turned and walked to Sarith and said with a nod, “Sorry about the trouble...” The black haired man snorted at the kelvic and moved to the lane closest to the bald man.
When Solin got to his lane, he took off his sword scabbard and set down his composite short bow on the ground by him. When the excess weight was gone, he pulled out archery gloves and bracers from his quiver and put them on. When he was finished dressing, he picked up his bow with his left hand and retrieved a arrow from his quiver. He placed the missile on the bowstring and walked up to the shooting line. He felt a slight breeze hit his face coming from the west, and he could smell a slight tinge of salt water in the air. It was a nice smell, and he let the breeze calm his mind before he took his shot. When he was ready, he widen his stance and turned his head to the target. He lifted the bow till the tip of the arrow was aligned with center of the target. He pulled back the bowstring to his cheek, took a deep breath, and fired the hunting arrow on the exhale. Solin watched the arrow soar towards the target, but it veered right when a strong breeze hit it. The arrow soared right above the round target and hit the hay bale wall behind the target. Solin sighed to himself as he heard the loud obnoxious bald man laughing at him, “OK, I understand why you need the practice, boy that shot was terrible!”
Solin whirled around with a smile on his face and responded to the bald man's comment, “Yes, it was terrible wasn't it, but it was just a warm up shot, so let see if I can actually hit the target this time.” The kelvic retrieved another arrow from his quiver, and he stepped up to the line. Holding the bow in his left hand, he raised the bow up, so the tip of the arrow was lined up with the center of the target. Feeling the breeze hit the left side of his face, he pulled the bowstring back to his cheek, but he decided to move the tip of the arrow left of the bulls-eye. Feeling the muscles in his arm start to burn, he took a shallow breath and released on the exhale. Solin watched the arrow soar through the air at the target, and once again the arrow was veering right because of the wind, but when the missile struck the target, it hit the outer ring of the target on the right side of the bulls-eye. Solin looked at the arrow and evaluated his shot. It wasn't a bad shot, but he would have missed the target completely if he didn't adjust for the wind. Solin ran a hand through his hair and ignored the disparaging comments thrown in his direction by the obnoxious men to his left. He pulled out his next arrow, placed it on the bowstring, and waiting for the wind to die down before taking the next shot.