Spring 43, 514 Leti and Ser Ranqor made their way up along the North Kabrin Road, their horses clopping beneath them. "Letixia, where is the best place to aim an arrow at an enemy soldier without a shield?" "The center of his chest Ser." "Correct, but why?" "Even if your shot misses by a margin, you have a higher chance of hitting a vital organ or crippling a limb, Ser." "Correct. And if he's wielding a shield?" "The sword side of his torso, or his legs, Ser." "Correct. And if the Knight is mounted, much like we are?" "The torso of the horse. This will cripple his speed, and could end up injuring him as well. It also gives your a higher ground advantage if you're on your own horse, Ser." "Correct. Now, have you gotten far enough along in your training to begin shooting from horseback?" "No Ser, I've only managed to practice them separately." He pulled his horse off the eastern side of the road by the trees. Leti tugged at her reins, struggling to follow the casual course around rocks, bushes, and dips her Patron took. He stopped a fair distance from the woods, and she sidled next to him. "Draw, aim, and fire at one of those trees Letixia." "Yes Ser." Leti grabbed her bow from around her torso, gripped it in her left hand. She drew an arrow from her quiver, and set atop her gripped fingers. She nocked it, and slipped her three fingers around the string, one above the fletchings, and two below. She extended her bow arm out, not locking the elbow. She took a breath, and started to pull on the string, only to find something was wrong. It was a lot harder to pull the string. She could only assume it was because she was unable to take a proper stance. Forcing her way through it, she pulled the string back, her hand stopping at her jaw. Her arms were struggling, vibrating at the increased strain. She picked a spot on the tree and loosed the arrow. It flew, high and upward, and lodged itself in the trunk, several lengths up from where she'd been aiming. Ser Ranqor was smiling, knowing this would happen. "Problems?" |