Adam
The fist pump and accompanying 'whoop!' made Adam laugh, appreciate of Melita's enthusiasm if nothing else. He wasn't sure if he was actually doing well (though admittedly he had practice before, and aiming practice as well from his gun training) or if she was just being kind, but the easy praise made him feel good.He was always up for a challenge, so at Melita's suggestion he nodded and lifted the bow again, reaching for the extra arrows he needed. He barely even heard that there was a prize. For Adam, the success of achieving a difficult goal was a prize enough in itself; a chance to feel proud. He aimed the first shot, at a target just behind the first - and hit, the arrow not central but {i]thunk{i}-ing into the target regardless.\n\nThe second arrow hit it\'s target too, tho it was closer to the edge. Adam took a breath and tried to centre himself before the third, which got closer to the centre of one a little further away. He smiled, then turned to Melita. [say}"Do I get any re-dos if I fuck up the next two?"
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
