[Training] don't you know i'm not afraid to shed a little blood

and i'm still waiting for a life that never was

What happened to your concentration? asked Deimos, and Alys fought the urge to stick her tongue out at him like a child. He had turned to his own training now, an arrow sailing through the air to land in the effigy's nose. "I was just wondering how you shoot at a moving target," she said. "Or, well, how you manage to not miss." She didn't quite understand the concept of leading the target as yet.

She turned back to her target, though, determined not to give Deimos the satisfaction of her drifting attention. She nocked an arrow, drew back, released - and this time, her arrow crept closer again to the center - the closest one yet. She nodded in approval, glancing over her shoulder surreptitiously to see if Deimos had seen her success.

Alys