NOAH
Noah wasn't sure what entirely had overcome him to think that holding the target before his body and asking the woman to shoot at it was a good idea, but it seemed like it at the moment. He knew that, though she had the strength to pull back the string and draw his bow, there was not enough power there to send the arrow through the thickness of the target. His own shot barely came to the edge of it. If he ran his fingers over where he knew his arrow to be, he could barely feel the point of the head. So long as she hit the target--or missed entirely--he would be safe.
"Go ahead!" He instructed, crouching some so that only his boots were visible behind the target. He started to walk forward then, moving slow enough that she could still focus on the target, but hopefully quick enough that she had to work hard to do it. Maybe this was too complicated an exercise for someone who has just made their first successful shot, but nothing in life was gained easily. Noah knew that. Halo knew that. It was ingrained in them.
And if you drink the water,
It might just stop the pain
It might just stop the pain
