The Training Room
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"Try again."
Sweating Myein pulled out a third arrow from the makeshift quiver, or rather a wooden bucket. Positioning the fletches correctly, he pulled back the string with as much energy has he could muster. The target had, in fact, been ten yards away and not five like he had guessed. This would be nothing compared to real-life situations, but, he was not enlisted as an archer himself.
The hard stone point of the arrow aligned itself with the Babylonian Doll's head. Pulling back just an inch further, Myein let go of the string.
The first thing that came to his mind was a searing pain as the string of the bow scraped the side of his arm. Though no wound was visible, in his mind it was on fire. Falling down to clutch his arm, he looked at the head of the dummy. No arrow was in sight. His eyes fell to the floor, but something caught his attention. The dummy's arm was torn off.
Straight behind the dummy was a severed arm, an arrow deeply peircing it.
Sweating Myein pulled out a third arrow from the makeshift quiver, or rather a wooden bucket. Positioning the fletches correctly, he pulled back the string with as much energy has he could muster. The target had, in fact, been ten yards away and not five like he had guessed. This would be nothing compared to real-life situations, but, he was not enlisted as an archer himself.
The hard stone point of the arrow aligned itself with the Babylonian Doll's head. Pulling back just an inch further, Myein let go of the string.
The first thing that came to his mind was a searing pain as the string of the bow scraped the side of his arm. Though no wound was visible, in his mind it was on fire. Falling down to clutch his arm, he looked at the head of the dummy. No arrow was in sight. His eyes fell to the floor, but something caught his attention. The dummy's arm was torn off.
Straight behind the dummy was a severed arm, an arrow deeply peircing it.
The gleaming sword danced in Myein's eyes as his trainer Oshuni unsheathed it. It was pure iron: a complete rarity. There had been rumors of the great Potentate Chieftess securing a steady supply of iron, but they had been mere rumors until now, when Myein finally saw it for his own eyes.
Taking it from his trainer, he felt along the edges. His fingers nearly bled. It was a good weight.
"Thank you," Myein said, and bowed low. He would be using this well at the Temple of Furyama.
Taking it from his trainer, he felt along the edges. His fingers nearly bled. It was a good weight.
"Thank you," Myein said, and bowed low. He would be using this well at the Temple of Furyama.
Being the able bodied people that you all are, i would be very dissapointed if all of you did not take part in the latest tournament 
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