31st of summer, 513 A.V, 16th bell 42 chime.
Kreig had to admit, he was beginning to enjoy the crossbow, especially readying the weapon as he stuck a foot into the stirrup, holding the weapon into place as he reached down and pulled back string along the way as it gave off a clicking and then released his hold as the string pushed against ‘You won’t be moving till I press the trigger’ He grinned softly, he then reached for a bolt in the quiver hanging from the back of his waist and calmly placed it on the weapon. It felt very ritualistic every time and was surprise at how enjoyable it was, not quite as fun as brawling but the whole training business was quite fun.
He raised the weapon and pressed the butt of his stock against his shoulder, his right hand’s fingers ready to press the trigger while his left hand held the forestock just underneath the prod. His eye looking behind a small metal protrusion that served as the sight for the weapon, allowing him to target the weapon more accurately.
There was only one target as he stood behind a stack of hey, a square shaped post with five target circles painted on, four small ones in the corner and a large one in the center. The distance between it and him was 40 yards, a not too difficult distance but far enough that he needed to adjust the crossbow to try and calculate or guess the proper trajectory of the bolt.
His thoughts strayed however, wondering if Fallon had awoken from her slumber. It was not far from the twilight hour and Fallon preferred such hours because the heat was negligible. Absentmindedly, he fired the bolt only for it to miss that target completely as the bolt flew overhead “Well….Shyke…”
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Kreig had to admit, he was beginning to enjoy the crossbow, especially readying the weapon as he stuck a foot into the stirrup, holding the weapon into place as he reached down and pulled back string along the way as it gave off a clicking and then released his hold as the string pushed against ‘You won’t be moving till I press the trigger’ He grinned softly, he then reached for a bolt in the quiver hanging from the back of his waist and calmly placed it on the weapon. It felt very ritualistic every time and was surprise at how enjoyable it was, not quite as fun as brawling but the whole training business was quite fun.
He raised the weapon and pressed the butt of his stock against his shoulder, his right hand’s fingers ready to press the trigger while his left hand held the forestock just underneath the prod. His eye looking behind a small metal protrusion that served as the sight for the weapon, allowing him to target the weapon more accurately.
There was only one target as he stood behind a stack of hey, a square shaped post with five target circles painted on, four small ones in the corner and a large one in the center. The distance between it and him was 40 yards, a not too difficult distance but far enough that he needed to adjust the crossbow to try and calculate or guess the proper trajectory of the bolt.
His thoughts strayed however, wondering if Fallon had awoken from her slumber. It was not far from the twilight hour and Fallon preferred such hours because the heat was negligible. Absentmindedly, he fired the bolt only for it to miss that target completely as the bolt flew overhead “Well….Shyke…”
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