[Antonius Training Grounds] Target Practice

[Alabast]

Summer 1, 513AV Morning Antonius Training Grounds The clenched fingers spread apart, and the tension in the string yanked it forward. Alabast could feel the thwack of it against his arm guard, and even after that, the oscillations of the taut sinew reverberated up his arm. The wooden stick twisted through the air, striking not the center but not too close to the edge. It wasn't bad, he thought. It could've been better though. He retrieved another arrow from his quiver, and placed it on the string. He breathed in four seconds, yanked the string back, and released the air as he loosed the arrow. This one hit closer to the mark. He went to retrieve his projectiles and noticed dulling of the arrow heads, even though the targets were padded with hay.