OLIVER
There is a sigh of defeat as he seemingly fails. His random luck with weapons had dried up and he is left in a new state of being. The confidence has seemingly gone away with it. No longer is his face stoic and proud, it is now filled with worry and nervousness. A nagging part of him asks for him to speak, and so he does. "Sorry. I'll try to fix it." And fix it he tries. There is an adjustment to his stance especially his hips and stepping forward, like Deimos requested of him.
Turning to look towards the man, he awaited further orders before continuing on. This was something he had vaguely been trained with before, but only with his small knife. Would it be the same? Absolutely not, but he could certainly try his very best. So he would try his best, attempting to listen to orders as closely as possible. Try to show that he could be good once more, that his bow and arrow attempts were not just a fluke. There was a chance that he could be something great and he would try his very, very best.
Oliver tries to fix himself! He also tries his best to listen to instructions and follow through with what Deimos said!
Turning to look towards the man, he awaited further orders before continuing on. This was something he had vaguely been trained with before, but only with his small knife. Would it be the same? Absolutely not, but he could certainly try his very best. So he would try his best, attempting to listen to orders as closely as possible. Try to show that he could be good once more, that his bow and arrow attempts were not just a fluke. There was a chance that he could be something great and he would try his very, very best.
Oliver tries to fix himself! He also tries his best to listen to instructions and follow through with what Deimos said!
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
