Yes back in China you needed to be good at every genre the military had or you would most likely die a gruesome death. China and the nearby countries was well known for how masterful they were in fighting, with weapons of many different types and martial arts. All the other men in his group had been terrifyingly good while he himself did miserably bad, except in bow art. Sure; he could hide in a tree with is bow and attack people, if that was in his nature that was, but as soon as he got spotted and surrounded he would die. There was just no way to survive it in Sascha's case.
As the question came flying towards him he looked like someone hit him straight in the face with an anvil over the pure surprise that question had on him. Wait.. what? Sascha wasn't very equipped to get stuff from others after all, he was mostly the person giving. To be offered a gift was chocking to him and he really didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth just to close it again cause he really couldn't find the words. After a quite long while he managed to get some words out however, even though he for some peculiar reason couldn't help but to stutter in the beginning of the sentence. [say]"I..i.. i mean.. ehum.. i would truly love a bow."[/say] Damnit that overwhelming burning sensation underneath his eyelids started its reign but he needed to not let it win. Heck if he broke down over such a nice thing it would probably be a bit annoying, even for Deimos. Right? He fought the happy tears wanting to break free from the eyelid prison which made him look a bit like an emotional puppy still.
As the question came flying towards him he looked like someone hit him straight in the face with an anvil over the pure surprise that question had on him. Wait.. what? Sascha wasn't very equipped to get stuff from others after all, he was mostly the person giving. To be offered a gift was chocking to him and he really didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth just to close it again cause he really couldn't find the words. After a quite long while he managed to get some words out however, even though he for some peculiar reason couldn't help but to stutter in the beginning of the sentence. [say]"I..i.. i mean.. ehum.. i would truly love a bow."[/say] Damnit that overwhelming burning sensation underneath his eyelids started its reign but he needed to not let it win. Heck if he broke down over such a nice thing it would probably be a bit annoying, even for Deimos. Right? He fought the happy tears wanting to break free from the eyelid prison which made him look a bit like an emotional puppy still.
