39th 8th Bell 20th chime
Kreig looked at the wooded board before him, shaped like a human it was, two target circles painted on its form. One was on the center of the chest, the other was predictably on the head. Kreig could see it clearly as he stood 60 yards away. He looked down the sight of the crossbow, its wooden stock against his right shoulder. The string was already pulled, a bolt rested atop of the groove and his right eye looked behind the iron sight. It was cold, he wasn't sure if he could hit the target and also wondered if he would even hit something vital. If he hit the torso, it was a kill shot...perhaps. Hitting the head...that was a certain kill shot.
He was in a standing position, one of the most troublesome positions as that meant the stabilty of his aim was imperfect. He could see the weapon shake, he could see the sight veering off target shakily.... If he were to add any wind resistance, or sidewind, all so troublesome. Distance was another factor, out of effective range he would have to adjust elevation. It was annoying.... all so annoying in their own way.
He had the light crossbow for a while now, he liked the weapon... he didn't expect to but he did. The problem came was that like many other weapons; it was a precision weapon, even more as that a single missed shot could mean the death of him. He thought of this so many times before, it felt like each time he held a weapon he had to think of its drawbacks...and its uses.
For Kreig it was useful because it was easy to aim, easy to use. It wasn't an art that needed years, it needed many days but not years to be competent at like a bow. Its sight was a godsend as well, for with it he could accurately see the target.... yes, for a close quarters specialist like him, it was indeed a godsend.
" Kreig, I know you much prefer close quarters combat and ranged warfare is alien to you, but that doesn't mean you can take so long" Came the voice of his patron, perhaps he was indeed taking so long, overtly so. But precision was everything, to be so precise that one could just lift the weapon and fire as soon as he looked behind the sight...that needed to be instincive, that needed perhaps a length of time to be mastered. Kreig didn't let his patron's voice disturb him, he needed to be precise, he needed all the time in the world because the target before him was going nowhere. As soon as he was comfortable, he pressed the iron trigger.... the string launched bolt forward, it flew in the air and with a mighty thunk, struck the flat wooden figure... but hit neither target, instead it struck the upper right shoulder. Disabling perhaps, but not lethal.
He tsked, to let his patron know that it wasn't the target he was aiming for and then moved aside for her to take his place " Don't be discouraged Kreig, you're doing well....these things take time after all" She said supportively as she took her place, shortbow in her left and an arrow in the other. She rested the arrow on the grip and notched it to the bow string and pulled the weapon back with practiced ease. Unlike Kreig, she didn't take too long as she let go of the string and let the arrow fly. With a loud thunk it struck the chest but not precisely the center of the target ' still in an impressive shot '
Kreig knew it took time, he reminded himself often that fact. He smiled to her gently as he nodded and took his place back, placing his foot in the stirrup and lowering himself, his hands gripping the bow string and with a heave pulled it back till he latched onto the nut. It was a slow process, the heavier draw weight made the weapon stronger than a shortbow and gave it better range, but horribly tedious to reload ' Everything has a trade on ' he thought to himself as he raised the stock against his shoulders, his hand reach for the quiver behind his back and pulled a bolt, gently placing it on the groove and once more looked behind the sight.
This time, he took a deep breath and held it, his eye looking behind the sight... his movement stilled as he looked behind the sight, the weapon stopped shaking. He could only hold a brief instant, and before that instant ended he pressed the trigger and let the bolt fly. It stayed true to its path as it flew in the air...a mighty thunk resounded as its head pireced the wood.
Kreig grinned to himself, it wasn't the shot he quite he wanted, but it was a damn good one. What he struck was the neck, while not painted it with a target it was a definite kill shot and he liked that immensely. His Patron patted him on the back for a ob well done, before gently pushing him away so she can take her own.
Yes, it was easy to use and didn't too long to get used it. But still it needed practice, much practice. His patron lifted her bow once more and readied her arrow, again with that damnable practiced ease. He was ashamed to say he was envious of that, he wish he had that sort of skill, but there was only way to get it and he work with dedication to achieve it. As she let the string loose, with a tick that familiar thunk could be heard. Her arrow struck the head dead in the centre... definite kill shot, sure as sure.
"Trying to upstage me, Sera?" Kreig joked as she moved and he took position, repreating the tedious process of preparing the crossbow. He reached for the bolt in his quiver as he lifted the stock of the weapon against, rest it against his shoulder and looked behind the sight.
' I just have to keep at it, all there is to it'
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Kreig looked at the wooded board before him, shaped like a human it was, two target circles painted on its form. One was on the center of the chest, the other was predictably on the head. Kreig could see it clearly as he stood 60 yards away. He looked down the sight of the crossbow, its wooden stock against his right shoulder. The string was already pulled, a bolt rested atop of the groove and his right eye looked behind the iron sight. It was cold, he wasn't sure if he could hit the target and also wondered if he would even hit something vital. If he hit the torso, it was a kill shot...perhaps. Hitting the head...that was a certain kill shot.
He was in a standing position, one of the most troublesome positions as that meant the stabilty of his aim was imperfect. He could see the weapon shake, he could see the sight veering off target shakily.... If he were to add any wind resistance, or sidewind, all so troublesome. Distance was another factor, out of effective range he would have to adjust elevation. It was annoying.... all so annoying in their own way.
He had the light crossbow for a while now, he liked the weapon... he didn't expect to but he did. The problem came was that like many other weapons; it was a precision weapon, even more as that a single missed shot could mean the death of him. He thought of this so many times before, it felt like each time he held a weapon he had to think of its drawbacks...and its uses.
For Kreig it was useful because it was easy to aim, easy to use. It wasn't an art that needed years, it needed many days but not years to be competent at like a bow. Its sight was a godsend as well, for with it he could accurately see the target.... yes, for a close quarters specialist like him, it was indeed a godsend.
" Kreig, I know you much prefer close quarters combat and ranged warfare is alien to you, but that doesn't mean you can take so long" Came the voice of his patron, perhaps he was indeed taking so long, overtly so. But precision was everything, to be so precise that one could just lift the weapon and fire as soon as he looked behind the sight...that needed to be instincive, that needed perhaps a length of time to be mastered. Kreig didn't let his patron's voice disturb him, he needed to be precise, he needed all the time in the world because the target before him was going nowhere. As soon as he was comfortable, he pressed the iron trigger.... the string launched bolt forward, it flew in the air and with a mighty thunk, struck the flat wooden figure... but hit neither target, instead it struck the upper right shoulder. Disabling perhaps, but not lethal.
He tsked, to let his patron know that it wasn't the target he was aiming for and then moved aside for her to take his place " Don't be discouraged Kreig, you're doing well....these things take time after all" She said supportively as she took her place, shortbow in her left and an arrow in the other. She rested the arrow on the grip and notched it to the bow string and pulled the weapon back with practiced ease. Unlike Kreig, she didn't take too long as she let go of the string and let the arrow fly. With a loud thunk it struck the chest but not precisely the center of the target ' still in an impressive shot '
Kreig knew it took time, he reminded himself often that fact. He smiled to her gently as he nodded and took his place back, placing his foot in the stirrup and lowering himself, his hands gripping the bow string and with a heave pulled it back till he latched onto the nut. It was a slow process, the heavier draw weight made the weapon stronger than a shortbow and gave it better range, but horribly tedious to reload ' Everything has a trade on ' he thought to himself as he raised the stock against his shoulders, his hand reach for the quiver behind his back and pulled a bolt, gently placing it on the groove and once more looked behind the sight.
This time, he took a deep breath and held it, his eye looking behind the sight... his movement stilled as he looked behind the sight, the weapon stopped shaking. He could only hold a brief instant, and before that instant ended he pressed the trigger and let the bolt fly. It stayed true to its path as it flew in the air...a mighty thunk resounded as its head pireced the wood.
Kreig grinned to himself, it wasn't the shot he quite he wanted, but it was a damn good one. What he struck was the neck, while not painted it with a target it was a definite kill shot and he liked that immensely. His Patron patted him on the back for a ob well done, before gently pushing him away so she can take her own.
Yes, it was easy to use and didn't too long to get used it. But still it needed practice, much practice. His patron lifted her bow once more and readied her arrow, again with that damnable practiced ease. He was ashamed to say he was envious of that, he wish he had that sort of skill, but there was only way to get it and he work with dedication to achieve it. As she let the string loose, with a tick that familiar thunk could be heard. Her arrow struck the head dead in the centre... definite kill shot, sure as sure.
"Trying to upstage me, Sera?" Kreig joked as she moved and he took position, repreating the tedious process of preparing the crossbow. He reached for the bolt in his quiver as he lifted the stock of the weapon against, rest it against his shoulder and looked behind the sight.
' I just have to keep at it, all there is to it'
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