NOAH
Sweat covered the hunter at this point. He was working hard, darting this way and that in a fashion to help aid the woman as best as he could. Noah was not here to teach anything half-assed. Surely, after this lesson, the woman would be able to pick up such a weapon and use it with confidence. He heard the first arrow sling by him, cutting the air with a high hissing sound. He smirked, and jutted out to the left of where he had just been, back towards the arrow that missed.
Maeve was able to follow him, though, and Noah felt the second arrow she sent his way sink into the target he was holding. "Yes! Like that!" She was quick to learn, and fast to react to his movements. Although her experience with this weapon would only increase, Noah was pleased with the natural skill she brought to it. Lifting his head slowly, Noah watched for a moment to see if she was going to loose another arrow his way. Confident she was not, he straightened his body and set the target down, leaning against it with both arms. "How do you feel about shooting? Would you like to learn what you can do once you're out of arrows?"
And if you drink the water,
It might just stop the pain
It might just stop the pain
