OLIVER
There was a glow of pride as his arrow hit once again. Now, it wasn't dead on, but he still felt super great for what he had done. He even looked over at Deimos for a reaction and was surprisingly satisfied with what he saw. The man still remained pretty stoic, but he could still tell there was something... or maybe he was misreading. Either way: he did a great job.
Once more, he watched as everyone went, this time was actually because he felt super nervous. Hitting a sitting target was one thing, but going after a moving target? That was way different. Watching everyone else did help to build some confidence and soon he felt like he was capable enough to go forward with this.
After everyone else had gone, it was his turn. Moving on forward he readied himself and waited for Deimos to toss up the target. Once he did, he made his aim and fired the arrow, hoping only for the very best.
Once more, he watched as everyone went, this time was actually because he felt super nervous. Hitting a sitting target was one thing, but going after a moving target? That was way different. Watching everyone else did help to build some confidence and soon he felt like he was capable enough to go forward with this.
After everyone else had gone, it was his turn. Moving on forward he readied himself and waited for Deimos to toss up the target. Once he did, he made his aim and fired the arrow, hoping only for the very best.
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
