He listened to the reasons given, ones already familiar to any member of the militia or those who had survived past years among the violence and tragedies of Caido's demesne. His lips quirked into a grin at the first weapon they were starting with, and he took a moment to shift his arsenal around to better suit the task at hand. The dagger was shifted to the back of his belt and the quiver of quarrels deftly unclipped from the sling across his chest and back so it could rest where the dagger had been at his hip. Next, the crossbow was unslung and he checked the string for signs of wear or strain.
Finding none, he nodded to Deimos and winked at Evie before stepping up in front of the target with Zariah's face - both of them could probably have guessed his destination even before he moved. He stepped on the stirrup and drew the string in a single smooth, powerful motion that had muscles flexing with the strain before it settled into the catch. With the prod flexed he dropped to a kneeling position even as he raised the crossbow and fitted the stock to his right shoulder. A bolt was deftly slotted into place and he took aim. Exhaling, he waited for the moment when his chest ceased to rise or fall, finding the brief second of peace between heartbeats to squeeze the trigger.
Aiming for dead center between Zariah's smugly cruel eyes.
Finding none, he nodded to Deimos and winked at Evie before stepping up in front of the target with Zariah's face - both of them could probably have guessed his destination even before he moved. He stepped on the stirrup and drew the string in a single smooth, powerful motion that had muscles flexing with the strain before it settled into the catch. With the prod flexed he dropped to a kneeling position even as he raised the crossbow and fitted the stock to his right shoulder. A bolt was deftly slotted into place and he took aim. Exhaling, he waited for the moment when his chest ceased to rise or fall, finding the brief second of peace between heartbeats to squeeze the trigger.
Aiming for dead center between Zariah's smugly cruel eyes.
