remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Well, either his instruction was excellent, or they were far more skilled than they’d let on. Watching from behind, he corrected a few techniques and finger grasps, but otherwise was compelled to watch each release of the strings, the notched munitions, with contentment and pride for each of them. For an instant or two, one could imagine they were true archers across the battlefield – danger volleying forward, descending towards adversaries and enemies.Because one by one, the arrows flew, and struck their targets. Jigano’s crossbow barely missed Zariah’s makeshift, painted eye (if there was a muffled laugh behind him, Deimos wouldn’t admit to it). Oliver, despite his slim build and general apprehension, managed a beeline to the image sketched in the middle (a very juvenile image of Confutatis, but no one would gathered there would know who she was). Weaver’s contortion of this being her worst weapon earned an arch of his brow as it segmented straight towards her bullseye, almost directly to the center. Evie’s armaments struck true, a little to the right, but still managing just fine.
He snorted from where he’d witnessed. “Well done to all of you.” Beginner’s luck, experience, or something else in the wind? “Time for a challenge then.” He maneuvered forward while they rested their bow-arms for a moment, taking only a few instances to move each target back a yard or so. Their previous arrows remained where they were, resting expanses of what they’d already accomplished, reminders that they were quite capable of achieving them again. Once he’d motioned out of the way, back to his former lines to bear witness and instruct, he proffered the command. “Again.”
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Everyone had wonderful dice rolls! Due to your wild success, the targets have been moved back some yards.
Another round of arrows! Let ‘em fly! No post order!
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
