remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
They took their stances again – Deimos following through on prior motions and corrections. A lifted elbow here and there, fingers readjusting, redirecting aim. They were fully capable, he had no doubts, each one determined in their own right, eager to prove themselves, fervent to try, which was the first step towards any prowess or potential.Three of them continued to soar, segmenting directly into their targets. Evie’s slammed almost dead center, clearly an impeccable eye developing through her other trainings and manifestations. The Sword offered her a low whistle of commendation and support, nodding impressively in the notion that despite the increased distance and difficulty, she only seemed to improve.
Jigano and Oliver had similar results, their arrows continuing to land neatly along their goals, both almost entirely on the center. He muffled another chuckle, between crossbow bolts and Oliver’s sudden archery talents, they might have stood a chance against weathering whatever storms were damned and doomed to assault in the coming days, months, and seasons.
The only true tribulation was Weaver’s. Perhaps it’d been beginner’s luck from the other portion. Maybe there’d been a wane in concentration. Whatever the reason, the woman’s arrow flew, but segmented in a beeline towards her foot, almost harpooning and spearing herself. His brow arched again, a silent inquiry, wisely saying naught grating – only proffering some quieter advice, patience and composure surrounding, pervading his form. “Think of your goal. Line your eye up with your bow.” He adjusted the way she held it, eyes narrowed in speculation, and then segmented it so that it would be positioned correctly. “Try again.”
In the meantime, he maneuvered towards the other three; not adjusting Weaver’s tutelage and instruction until she’d mastered this one. “Ordinarily I would not move along to this level until you have had more practice.” Hours upon hours, but these were touches and fringes of what could be, an itching of talent, a moment to see where they strayed and strived. “But where we are ascertaining practicing with an assortment of weapons, it should suffice.” Too much time couldn’t be spent on one thing, or they’d be here for an eternity.
He grabbed several targets from the side: smaller, meant to be mobile, to fly through the air, rather than remaining statuesque before them. Some were shaped like birds, with outstretched, paper-thin accoutrements and feathers, some were hastened to resemble rodents, or any other obnoxious species of vermin. “Now we can test your timing and your eyes.” For an example, he grabbed hold of his bow again, standing before them while they lowered their weapons. On a long toss and throw, upwards, he drew back his string again, taut, rigid, and unyielding, narrowing his gaze until he found a perfected moment, releasing the strand, and witnessing as the arrow's head flew straight into the body of the target, falling to the ground, dead and done.
To each, one by one (each having a separate turn, out of the range of one another), he’d follow through on the same lines, tossing the object within the air, high enough for them to gauge appropriate timing, for notching, for drawing, and then for striking.
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Weaver rolled a crit fail, while everyone else did very well!
Moving along – Weaver will try her current target again. The rest will try to hit a moving target!
No post order!
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
