A few tweaks and a quiet suggestion from the General had Jigano tightening his stance and lowering his shoulder such that when the bolt left the string it flew true and sunk deep. Right into Zariah's damn face. He grinned, a sharp expression for a man, better suited to a carnivore, and his eyes flicked to Deimos's stalwart form, a brow arched in expectation that the target would collapse, or the bolt would shatter in a stray breeze, or someone else's arrow would take him in the foot.
When none of that came to pass he released the breath he'd unconsciously been holding, realizing that his fellow warriors had succeeded wildly, against all odds. Grinning ruefully, he nodded at Evie and Weaver in silent congratulations for their successes, and Oliver received brief wink of approval for his improvements in warfare, a far more impressive display than the last outing in animal forms.
Of course, it wouldn't be training if they only did it once and called it a day. With a soft chuckle at Deimos's increasing of the challenge. It might have been easier for the archers to take a few steps back to a new line rather than move the targets themselves, but it gave the General something to do while they chose their next ammunition. Another bolt of silver, fletched in the remnants of the feathers that Deimos had once been able to conjure on a whim, was drawn from the quiver as the bard stepped on the stirrup and drew back the string once more before slotting the small arrow to its channel. Waiting for their mentor to return behind the lines, Jigano lined up his shot, exhaled and found his center, and released the trigger, aiming for Zariah's other eye.
When none of that came to pass he released the breath he'd unconsciously been holding, realizing that his fellow warriors had succeeded wildly, against all odds. Grinning ruefully, he nodded at Evie and Weaver in silent congratulations for their successes, and Oliver received brief wink of approval for his improvements in warfare, a far more impressive display than the last outing in animal forms.
Of course, it wouldn't be training if they only did it once and called it a day. With a soft chuckle at Deimos's increasing of the challenge. It might have been easier for the archers to take a few steps back to a new line rather than move the targets themselves, but it gave the General something to do while they chose their next ammunition. Another bolt of silver, fletched in the remnants of the feathers that Deimos had once been able to conjure on a whim, was drawn from the quiver as the bard stepped on the stirrup and drew back the string once more before slotting the small arrow to its channel. Waiting for their mentor to return behind the lines, Jigano lined up his shot, exhaled and found his center, and released the trigger, aiming for Zariah's other eye.
