[Training] makes me that much stronger

WESSEX out of the night that covers me She’s focused on her own training for a moment, working on her aim, looking for a bull’s eye. Hitting the target isn’t the problem, it’s that she wants to be precise. Accurate. Kill instead of maim… or maybe it’s the other way around. She draws, nocks, and then looks down her straight arm, down the length of the wooden shaft. No breathing. Just an internal focus. And then she lets it loose. It’s slightly off, which causes her to make a face of annoyance. She does it again, and though the next one is closer, it still doesn’t hit the center of the center. So the Ascended woman turns and looks at Are, who is on his last attempt to throw a javelin. It flies… and lands, but not where he wants it to, she assumes. With a raised brow, she offers a word of advice, which he can take or leave, it’s up to him. “Try standing closer. Once you hit the target move back, and so on until you’re as far as you can go.” Far is great. But Far doesn’t accomplish the goal unless the game is like, the long jump. Wessex waits. Are can either try again or they can move on. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul