55th day of winter, 513 A.V. 9th bell 19th chime
The cold was damnable, to say the least, the brawler wished it were quite warmer as he lifted the light crossbow against his shoulder, the string pulled back and bolt set on the groove. He looked down the Iron sight, the small piece of metal giving him an accurate view of the target. He lied prone on his stomach, resting the forestock of the weapon his left arm as he took steady breaths. He noted that when he breathed, his body moved... each breath he took shook him slightly, caused the sight to move about left and right.
His patron watched on as she held a shortbow in her hand, watching her squire focusing on the target before him. She was always so surprised at how her squire always seemed to be a different person whenever he held the crossbow, his eyes looking behind that iron sight seemed to reveal a different world rather than the one where a more wild side took control. Here he was a calm, quiet, it was like he was waiting just for the right chance to strike. A hunter waiting for the kill to appear in front of it just before it pounced. It was eerie, simply put, and she wanted him to fire his shot before she decided to rush him.
Kreig had to take other factors into account first though; the wind was coming from the left. It was a light breeze; the bolt would be pushed off target slightly... that was dangerous, if he didn't compensate for that then he'd probably miss at this distance. The distance was 60 yards, the maximum effective range of the light crossbow... unfortunately that was a problem in its own right as despite being the effective range, he had to adjust elevation. It was an annoying thing really, because that meant if it were a moving target, he would be wasting an extra few seconds as he raised the weapon, fired and hope to the gods that he struck the target.
No, unless he was able to see his opponent without raising the weapon so high then he should only fire at a stationary target, With 40 yards and less being the optimal distance for leading a target with his sight. He raised the elevation of the weapon, turning the weapon to the left to the slightly and with a small silent pray to either Yahal or Dira, let loose the bolt as it flew up in the air and quickly made its decent.
The Target, a human shaped wooden figure, stood still as it waited for the bolt to come. It being a brand new one, freshly carved and delivered to the order for use by its knights and squires. It had the appearance of being new, its wood unmarred and resembling the finish of a finely cleaned table owned by the very rich. Whoever made it perhaps had overdone it with the quality of his work as the Bolt as the bolt struck it, its head piercing the wood just above the abdomen at the upper left and just beneath the chest area. It was a lucky shot, Kreig knew that and his patron knew that, but it was still an impressive shot.
" You're cleary getting better Kreig, if only you showed the same dedication to using a shield or riding a horse Kreig cringed at that, standing up he looked at his patron with a look that siad ' Don't make me ride a horse That look always amused her, ever since the day they escaped those bandits who inhabited the wildlands, Kreig developed a dislike of riding. She suppose she could hardly blame him, his and Fallon's escape involved her slapping one of the bandit horses' rump and let it ride away wildly, causing poor Kreig to lose consciousness as he hit a low hanging branch.
He usually on rid a horse when he had to such as when he camped out at Silkwater lake and he needed provisions that he couldn't carry alone, or when accompanied another group of knights. With the latter he was usually calm, as he knew a person would be there to help him whenever he lost control. She chuckled lightly as she took her position, readied her short bow, notched the arrow and pulled back the string. Like her squire, she had to adjust her aim due to distance and sidewind. Unlike her squire however, she didn't have the luxury of time. Once she pulled the string, she had to aim quickly and release the string quickly before her arm tired out. As such, the actual aiming was done prior to pulling the string, easier said than done of course as that held its own drawbacks... mainly because she had to reacquire her aim after she readied the bow each time. Within a tick she released the arrow, it moved slower then Kreig's bolt, the short bow not having the same amount of power. This left it more vulnerable to the side wind as it drifted off target by a mere few inches, its head barely piercing the soft earth next to the dummy target.
"Better luck next time, Sera" Kreig chuckled as his patron moved away and he took his position once more, having readied his crossbow while his patron was busy firing her shortbow.
" Yes, yes...just get on with it young one" Now Natasha wasn't that old, the difference between her and her squire being only two to three years. Kreig made no effort to correct her on that as he let out a chuckle. He sat on his right knee, his left arm resting on his left leg and patiently took aim at the target. Again, he took account for sidewind and the distance, raised his bow accordingly...and held his breath, his body stopped moving and held still. With a press of the trigger, the bolt through the air and with a thunk, struck the target at the right thigh just above the knee.
His Patron nodded in approval as Kreig stepped aside and let took her turn again.
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The cold was damnable, to say the least, the brawler wished it were quite warmer as he lifted the light crossbow against his shoulder, the string pulled back and bolt set on the groove. He looked down the Iron sight, the small piece of metal giving him an accurate view of the target. He lied prone on his stomach, resting the forestock of the weapon his left arm as he took steady breaths. He noted that when he breathed, his body moved... each breath he took shook him slightly, caused the sight to move about left and right.
His patron watched on as she held a shortbow in her hand, watching her squire focusing on the target before him. She was always so surprised at how her squire always seemed to be a different person whenever he held the crossbow, his eyes looking behind that iron sight seemed to reveal a different world rather than the one where a more wild side took control. Here he was a calm, quiet, it was like he was waiting just for the right chance to strike. A hunter waiting for the kill to appear in front of it just before it pounced. It was eerie, simply put, and she wanted him to fire his shot before she decided to rush him.
Kreig had to take other factors into account first though; the wind was coming from the left. It was a light breeze; the bolt would be pushed off target slightly... that was dangerous, if he didn't compensate for that then he'd probably miss at this distance. The distance was 60 yards, the maximum effective range of the light crossbow... unfortunately that was a problem in its own right as despite being the effective range, he had to adjust elevation. It was an annoying thing really, because that meant if it were a moving target, he would be wasting an extra few seconds as he raised the weapon, fired and hope to the gods that he struck the target.
No, unless he was able to see his opponent without raising the weapon so high then he should only fire at a stationary target, With 40 yards and less being the optimal distance for leading a target with his sight. He raised the elevation of the weapon, turning the weapon to the left to the slightly and with a small silent pray to either Yahal or Dira, let loose the bolt as it flew up in the air and quickly made its decent.
The Target, a human shaped wooden figure, stood still as it waited for the bolt to come. It being a brand new one, freshly carved and delivered to the order for use by its knights and squires. It had the appearance of being new, its wood unmarred and resembling the finish of a finely cleaned table owned by the very rich. Whoever made it perhaps had overdone it with the quality of his work as the Bolt as the bolt struck it, its head piercing the wood just above the abdomen at the upper left and just beneath the chest area. It was a lucky shot, Kreig knew that and his patron knew that, but it was still an impressive shot.
" You're cleary getting better Kreig, if only you showed the same dedication to using a shield or riding a horse Kreig cringed at that, standing up he looked at his patron with a look that siad ' Don't make me ride a horse That look always amused her, ever since the day they escaped those bandits who inhabited the wildlands, Kreig developed a dislike of riding. She suppose she could hardly blame him, his and Fallon's escape involved her slapping one of the bandit horses' rump and let it ride away wildly, causing poor Kreig to lose consciousness as he hit a low hanging branch.
He usually on rid a horse when he had to such as when he camped out at Silkwater lake and he needed provisions that he couldn't carry alone, or when accompanied another group of knights. With the latter he was usually calm, as he knew a person would be there to help him whenever he lost control. She chuckled lightly as she took her position, readied her short bow, notched the arrow and pulled back the string. Like her squire, she had to adjust her aim due to distance and sidewind. Unlike her squire however, she didn't have the luxury of time. Once she pulled the string, she had to aim quickly and release the string quickly before her arm tired out. As such, the actual aiming was done prior to pulling the string, easier said than done of course as that held its own drawbacks... mainly because she had to reacquire her aim after she readied the bow each time. Within a tick she released the arrow, it moved slower then Kreig's bolt, the short bow not having the same amount of power. This left it more vulnerable to the side wind as it drifted off target by a mere few inches, its head barely piercing the soft earth next to the dummy target.
"Better luck next time, Sera" Kreig chuckled as his patron moved away and he took his position once more, having readied his crossbow while his patron was busy firing her shortbow.
" Yes, yes...just get on with it young one" Now Natasha wasn't that old, the difference between her and her squire being only two to three years. Kreig made no effort to correct her on that as he let out a chuckle. He sat on his right knee, his left arm resting on his left leg and patiently took aim at the target. Again, he took account for sidewind and the distance, raised his bow accordingly...and held his breath, his body stopped moving and held still. With a press of the trigger, the bolt through the air and with a thunk, struck the target at the right thigh just above the knee.
His Patron nodded in approval as Kreig stepped aside and let took her turn again.
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