Closed An Arrow Please.

[Leaf]

Timestamp: Autumn 1st, 512 A.V "No. No, no, no. That's wrong. You're doing it wrong. You know how to do it right, so do it right. By Rhysol, do it right." The man who spoke did so to himself, standing there in the Second Quiver, his short bow drawn and arrow notched in its place. Hawk-like eyes of tawny yellow glared between a dour brow as the man focused, quieted his scolding, took a deep breath, and let fly his arrow. As with the last handful, the arrow missed the intended target and thwumped against an inoffensive bullseye a few feet away. With an even more impressive scowl, Leaf let down his bow and stalked forward. His muttering grew only louder as he approached his target and wrenched out the arrows from their places, finding the ruined ones that had hit a rough wall to be particularly unsightly. Leaf left those pieces, disgusted just by looking at them, and returned to his former position. He shot a glare at one of the waiting Dek, his sharp look letting her know all that needed to be known about his mood. The warning was clear. If the Dek went out to fetch the splinters, that wouldn't stop him from taking his shot.. With the Dek properly dissuaded, Leaf prepared to take another shot. He placed the arrows back into the quiver propped up against the divider that kept him safe when he went to retrieve arrows and kept one out. Slipping it between his fore-finger and middle finger, he fit the arrow to the sinew, drew back with a tensing of his muscles, took another heavy breath rife with frustration, and let it all loose with a happy twang and a gratifying thud. This time it had hit hid intended target, the animal-shaped practise dummy. Allowing the smallest smirk of victory across his lips, Leaf stepped forward to seize another arrow.

[Niro]

Niro, Fall 1, 512 AV Niro was energetic, just like any other day. It had been some time since he'd practiced his bow, and it was showing on his hunts. Rather than deal with the risk of anything happening, he'd decided to go and make sure they couldn't say anything about him slacking. The young hunter's greenish eyes darted around constantly, taking in the others who were practicing. Hmmph. Whatever. Nothing interesting here. He walked up to the range, listening to the twang of bow strings, and the thud of arrows as they sank into targets, or on less accurate shots, the clattering of wood against stone. Niro could actually relax a bit and lose himself to those sounds, if only for a moment. "Relaxing, I suppose.." Unslinging his bow from his shoulder, Niro popped his neck and gave those in the firing areas next to his a glance. To the right was some other hunter training a Yasi. Another soon to be hunter, he supposed. Whatever, it doesn't matter. He found himself almost dancing in place, getting his blood flowing, as he moved back and forth on the tip of his toes. His red bangs swayed back and forth as his focus shifted to the left. Now there was a different sight. He didn't really like outsiders, but there was one if he'd ever seen it. He wasn't an Inarta. He didn't belong here, but there he was, using the Avora's range. Niro had seen him around. The man was a hunter, too, just like he was. A decent shot with the bow, better than he was with his, not that Niro would ever admit that. Regardless, Niro shot the man a look of disgust before turning his attention back to his targets. He wiggled his fingers in left hand before reaching to his quiver to retrieve an arrow. He drew the arrow slowly, taking in his targets. 3 circular targets, each with a red bull, then a yellow, white, and blue section, each larger than the last, increasing to the edge of the target. The bull was obviously the smallest. In addition to the circular targets were two animal likenesses. A goat and a deer, nearly spot on in size. A smirk spread across the redhead's lips as his arrow was out and notched. The bright green stabalizing feathers contrasted against his pale skin and dark red hair as pulled back slightly, feeling the tension against his fingers. Niro had taken to using a different colored feather than most to ensure there was no doubt when the kill was his. It could be particularly embarrassing when he would get too jumpy and take out a scary tree or rock, though. Niro took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment before exhaling, drawing the string back, and opening his eyes, staring down his target. He would hit it dead center, he would show off for everyone, and not a soul could deny how great he was. His hand steadied, he adjusted for arc, and let the shaft fly. The arrow whizzed through the air, and upon impact, Niro raised an eyebrow. Dead bulls-eye on the third circular target. He raised his bow into the air and let out a loud whistle, much to the annoyance of those around him. It appeared to be a perfect shot. "Can you believe this shyte? Why am I even here?" Niro tossed his bow to the ground, grinning. He shouted down at one of the workers, only getting louder, drawing more frustration from further away. "Dek. Remember this shot. I'll be bringing you food next hunt!" The cocky man left out one little detail. A minor one, really. No one could care or change their mind about him if he told it. Would anyone really mind that he was aiming for the goat two targets over?

[Leaf]

Humans. Leaf had turned his glare upon the obnoxious man in the range next to his and successfully disguised the curl of his lip as something other than the disgust that it was. A hunter, a real hunter, did not dance and showboat his skill in his mind. He couldn't see what that did to help one take down his meal and prove his worth to the city. Did women like it when their men jumped around? He shook his head and turned back to his range, furrowing his brow as he considered the targets facing him. The rodent, the buck, the two bullseyes. With another drawing of his bow, he aimed for the rib of the buck. His gold eyes peeked to see if the other was paying attention. Once certain that the man faced forward, Leaf looked again to his targets and took his shot. The arrow flew true and struck the buck just behind his foreleg. Leaf could imagine the distressed cries of the beast as it would stumble after the blow, trailing blood, before it would break into its sprint. Notching another arrow, he aimed and fired again. The shot went awry and settled into the hindleg, just below the meaty haunch. In his mind, he could see it stumble. Victory played over his face in a much more visible smile. The Dek gave him a quick frightened look then ran forward, grabbed the arrows, and brought them back. Leaf didn't thank her as he took them and she didn't ask for him to. She settled back into her place, tucked against the wall, until necessary. Leaf turned to the louder man and stared pointedly, the challenge issued behind his mute glare.

[Niro]

Niro delighted in the attention, negative as it may have been. The other archers had gone back to their firing, pushing the loud young man from their thoughts. He rolled his eyes before picking his bow up from the ground. It was an accident anyways. He'd need to be able to do that more often if he wished consistent respect for his skills. Shaking himself out, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he prepared himself to have another go. Taking his place at the edge of the range again, the hunter notched another arrow breathing in as he drew the sinew string back, setting his target. Round target, furthest to the left. Pushing his own distraction from his mind, Niro let the shaft go whizzing through the air, exhaling as the string propelled the arrow forward. The arrow struck true, but not where he'd hoped. Blue, furthest from the center. He took a deep breath to calm himself. It was just one shot, no need to overreact. There was plenty of time to get it right. Niro spat to the side before quickly notching another arrow, pulling back and letting it fly. Again it struck the target, but unlike the first arrow which hit the circular foe at the top, this one was at the bottom. Inconsistent. A bad shot could ruin a hunt. Even if he hit the target, if an arrow pierced it's stomach, it would ruin the whole beast, and possibly the entire expedition. "Petch!" The young man swore loudly, angrily loosing another arrow, only swearing with more force as it sailed high and clanked against the stone wall behind it. Niro turned in time to watch the non-Inarta strike the buck twice, and his temper flared as the man turned to him, giving him some sort of superior look. Niro slung his bow over his shoulder as he yelled the Dek to retrieve his arrows. With a loud, mocking whistle he began. "What do we have here?" Striding over to the man, Niro stopped with only inches between them. The redheaded hunter cocked his head to the side while staring the quieter man in the eyes. "If you've got something to say, just say it," he challenged, eyes blazing with excitement.

[Leaf]

Visibly, Leaf recoiled from the approach. He recoiled, and then, as a bird provoked, he inhaled and seemed to grow larger, his gold eyes glaring as he fully faced the irate Inarta. Two could play at the intimidation game and as he glared he stepped forward until the two of them were merely a few inches apart. They glared at one another but where this loud mouth was bold, Leaf really didn't want to cause too much of a seen. As the other had noted, he was an outsider and a relative unknown to most of the city. He couldn't help but admit that others might be biased when a fight came to light to the higher powers of the city and choose to punish him in some way. That wouldn't stop him from acting out, but it did temper his instinct to take a quick shot at the irate man and knock some sense into that pierced face. "I've got nothing to say to dirty little worms like you, brat," he said through his clenched teeth. " Go back to your hole and leave us real men to do the work around here. Take the stinking Dek girl with you." He turned away, ignorance or arrogance causing him to dismiss the guy as a threat. "She's about as useless as a hammer for a hawk anyway." If the guy chose to act on impulse and hit him, Leaf would be right behind him in hitting back, but if not he would go back to trying to ignore the kid anyway and see how that went.

[Niro]

If there was one thing Niro couldn't stand it was people who were cockier than he was. This dirty outsider was being just that, at least in the young hunter's eyes. The annoyance on this man's face, coupled with his words found their way right under the Inarta's skin. So he reacted as any overconfident bird would. He puffed up his chest in response to the word 'brat', and clenched his own teeth, squeezing his fists into a ball. He'd been here for some archery practice, but a little hand to hand would do just as well. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" He leaned over, using an exaggerated arm wave to bring his hand to his ear, cupping it beside it to make it seem as though the dark haired man needed to speak up. "Dirty little worm? Brat?" He shook his head and took a deep breath. "You're a dumb vagik, aren't you?" Standing back up, he cocked back his left hand, swinging wildly at him. "I might take you up on the that offer with the Dek. She's got more uses than that." His hands remained in fists, but were down by his hips, in no position to protect himself. The young Inarta clearly had no idea how to fight correctly. Regardless, he was ready to throw down. Shooting at stationary targets was so boring, anyways. Fighting someone, well, he fell alive. His blood was flowing, and he could barely contain his movements out of pure adrenaline. "Hopefully that will increase your volume," he said, with a grin begging to be wiped off his face. oocI can't help but wonder if these two are going to fight in every thread we have them in. 2 for 2.

[Saori Mithi]

[Leaf]

The first punch came as the most shocking. Leaf stepped back at the force behind the fist and then approached again, not about to be cowed by a brat. He shrugged, his movement like a bird adjusting its wings, before he suddenly grabbed the other man by his bryda and pulled him into his shoulder, hoping to drive the overinflated air out of the guy's lungs. If it landed, maybe it would bruise the kid too. After the attempt, someone else cut in before he could follow up with something else. She spoke so condescendingly that Leaf was truly half tempted to punch her too, just because he felt like it and was tired of hyped up Inarta too full of their feathers. "Yeah, you want to make a point?" He shot at her, leaving the other archer. The fact that he had turned his back on the other man didn't seem to bother him, even though it was most certainly a dangerous move. "How about this. Go back to shooting your little baby targets and let the real men do their thing. Or if shooting toys is too immature for you, why don't you and I have a little competition? You too, of course, little dek licker." He turned to the other Avora. "Scale the Edge of the World, and then maybe I'll think about letting you shoot your targets."

[Saori Mithi]

[Niro]

oocIf you two don't have any complaints, I'd appreciate if we kept a posting order, or at least give a guy more than half a day to reply. Niro was cocky. He was arrogant. He was a fighter. Though no one could convince him otherwise, he did not, however, have any of the skills with which to back up his attitude. When Leaf stepped forward to shoulder check him, Niro miss stepped and the other hunter was able to easily strike. Niro coughed as his breath left him, bending over at his waist, wrapping his arms around hsi body in pain. "L-lucky shot, you petcher." His breathing was ragged, and as soon as he regained his composure, he was going to break this idiot's face. That was the plan until an annoying woman spoke. It appeared her attitude got to his brawling partner, too. Leaf left himself exposed for a moment, and Niro certainly contemplated jumping him from behind. But the nerve of this girl to say anything. Another one of those elitist type. It's like she's not even an Inarta! "Shut the petch up. If you can't deal with a little distraction when you're shooting, you're gonna be useless as a hunter. Maybe I can find a task for you." He stood up straight, and began to gyrate his hips while placing his hands on the back of his head. Grinning like a fool, he responded to Leaf's challenge. Climbing wasn't really a good idea for Niro. He sucked at it. Hard. But foolishness and pride covered sense. "I'll carry you both if you just can't handle it," he declared. "What a waste of time."