Closed [Fighting Pits] Drinking Game (Garland)

[Zifor]

“Well hopefully, that is all we will see of that infernal fog” Zi watched garland’s face and wondered what was going through his mind as of this, garland certainly Seemed to be wondering the same Zi Did about the knight’s motives on the fog.

“Practice make’s perfect doesn't it Gar” Zifor let a chuckle out as garland made a fancy aiming stance and still managed to miss the target. Dust flew as the bolt collided with the ground and Zi gulped the shot down. The taste was not bad but it did burn on the way down. His cheek’s had begun turning a brighter shade of red and he laughed he picked up his throwing knife and he backed away from the target, Sprinting at the target he threw the knife while running at the target.

The knife struck true but although the knife stuck Zi had tripped over a piece of fallen equipment. The collision although quite hilarious was pretty painful, to say the least, the stone wall met thankfully zifor’s hand instead of his face but he managed to spring off the wall the momentum still wreaked its toll on Zi’s shoulder and hand.

“Wel, that wasn't very pleasant was it then” Zi chuckled as he leaned against a nearby dummy that wasn’t in use thankfully the other warrior’s had all cleared away from them, some throwing odd glances at him and garland.

"Say Who taught you how to shoot anyway ?" Zifor was honestly curious assuming The man who taught Garland to shoot, must have sufficient patience.

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[Garland]

Garland laughed when Zifor tripped. He offered a hand to Zi and smiled. "Don't worry, I do stupid things too." They were about half way through the bottle, but it looked like the two of them were already drunk.

This drink Zifor bought is incredibly strong. Garland took aim, his vision was becoming a bit blurry now, but he shook his head and squinted at the target, he fired, and hit square in the chest.

"Oh, is it just me or does the target seem farther than before?" Garland laughed and coughed a bit, the alcohol still burned in his throat even though it was already on the way to his belly.

The person that taught Garland how to shoot? "I don't remember, I think there was one who's name started with an 'O' Oriah or something, it's been a while. There's this guy, Ferrin, he practiced a few times... Ummm... My patron, Catherine... Who else?"

Garland racked his brain to pick out one last name. Oh right... Garland felt a pang of sadness when he thought about that one.

"Alexander Virgil Siegfried Faircroft the second, petching long arse name, but he's a good man, great with a longbow, taught me how to use a shortbow better, as for the crossbow, I learnt on my own. Fairly simple really, you point and shoot, reloading's the tricky part. I gave Alex a crossbow before he left to Alvadas or some such place, it was a wrist crossbow, you wouldn't see it until it was too late."