"Fine." Sei sighed, nocking an arrow and breathing out then in, drawing the bow back to its full width. He steadied the bow, and let the arrow fly, and they both watched the arrow soar through the air; the Kelvic suddenly closed his eyes, and Roderick saw the arrow hit the tree first, before the sound reached them and Sei opened his eyes, "Alright!" He exclaimed. The arrow had stuck itself in a root at the base of the tree, far improved from his previous tries.
Sei smacked Roderick heavily on the back, rocking the hunter forward on his feet, "See, I told you I could do it." Sei grinned mischievously, before running off toward the tree. As he began roughly tugging the arrows free of the bark, they cracked and splintered; they'd be useless now. He marched back over to Roderick and shouted in his face, "I demand better training!" "You're just impossible to please, aren't you?" the hunter said dryly. He glanced over at the tree - the wood was too soft; the longbow was driving the arrows in deep - too deep for them to be saved. He'd have to save up and buy a proper target. For now though they'd stick with trees - and how to save arrows from them.
Roderick handed his bow to Sei and pointed him toward another tree off to their right, smaller and made of harder wood, "Stand opposite that tree," he said simply, then walked over and knelt down beside his rucksack and started searching through it, pulling out a bar of soap and his waterskin after a few moments of rummaging. Rising he walked back to the Kelvic and knelt down beside him.
Roderick pulled his gloves off and picked up the soap, half unwrapping it, then setting it down again to pick up and uncork his waterskin, "We started so fast I forgot to do this," he said to the air. He held the soap in his left hand and started pouring a slow trickle of water over the bar, wetting it and feeling it sliding in his grip. Setting it down on the wrapping, he corked his waterskin again and set it down, then drew out an arrow and held it with his right hand with the soap in his left; he began rubbing the soap all along the tip and upper end of its length, so it was slick and wet.
When he was done with the soap he set it down on the wrapping again, wiping his fingers off on the paper. He stood and took his bow from Sei, nocking the soap-coated arrow to the string and taking his stance; air out, then in as he drew back and loosed. The arrow thudded into the trunk of their newly chosen tree. Roderick handed his bow back to the Kelvic and started making his way towards the tree, taking a knife in hand. When he reached it he started stabbing at the bark around where the arrow had entered, chiseling through into the wood beneath, soon making a small crater about the arrow.
Slipping his knife away, Roderick took hold of the arrow firmly and began pulling it at the same angle it had entered the wood; the bark he'd taken away made the wood's grip on the shaft weaker, and the soap made it slick, so that it slid out after a little firm pulling. Roderick turned and held the intact arrow up for Sei to see. He raised a brow at Sei for his earlier outburst. "Let's get back to the archery," Roderick said, taking his bow back and walking away from the tree.
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