03-22-2020, 05:09 PM
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— bow and arrows weren’t his first choice of weapon, he had to admit that. it wasn’t because he didn’t know how to use one; rather, he found them more inconvenient than others. why put so much energy into drawing an arrow back, trying to focus on the target and then hoping the person would get hit by the arrow when it was so much easier to simply bury a bullet in their skull? fred liked to think guns were better for those quicker, heat-of-the-moment situations where every second mattered. but still, the idea of nailing someone with an arrow was pretty entertaining to the dirty blonde.
after changing into better clothes, he stepped outside just in time to hear blake’s rundown for the archery training. eyes wandered around those nearby, seeing who was experienced with shooting an arrow and who wasn’t. he didn’t wait for any other words of instruction from blake before going and grabbing a bow and a quiver, placing a few arrows inside.
he wandered absently to stand in front of a target, reaching back to grab an arrow and load it up. he didn’t think many knew about his weapon mastery - really, it seemed like most only knew that alfie had wiped the floor with him that one time - but maybe it was time some people did. drawing the arrow back, he bit briefly on his tongue as he lined up his shut. then, as he let out a deep, calm breath, he let go of the arrow. it just missed the bullseye.
he stretched his arms absently, looking around for that sweet validation he deserved. eyes landed on the person next to him, grinning innocently as he explained, “i’m a little rusty.” the little shit.
— bow and arrows weren’t his first choice of weapon, he had to admit that. it wasn’t because he didn’t know how to use one; rather, he found them more inconvenient than others. why put so much energy into drawing an arrow back, trying to focus on the target and then hoping the person would get hit by the arrow when it was so much easier to simply bury a bullet in their skull? fred liked to think guns were better for those quicker, heat-of-the-moment situations where every second mattered. but still, the idea of nailing someone with an arrow was pretty entertaining to the dirty blonde.
after changing into better clothes, he stepped outside just in time to hear blake’s rundown for the archery training. eyes wandered around those nearby, seeing who was experienced with shooting an arrow and who wasn’t. he didn’t wait for any other words of instruction from blake before going and grabbing a bow and a quiver, placing a few arrows inside.
he wandered absently to stand in front of a target, reaching back to grab an arrow and load it up. he didn’t think many knew about his weapon mastery - really, it seemed like most only knew that alfie had wiped the floor with him that one time - but maybe it was time some people did. drawing the arrow back, he bit briefly on his tongue as he lined up his shut. then, as he let out a deep, calm breath, he let go of the arrow. it just missed the bullseye.
he stretched his arms absently, looking around for that sweet validation he deserved. eyes landed on the person next to him, grinning innocently as he explained, “i’m a little rusty.” the little shit.
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH