Mael tightened the straps of the light bracer on his left arm and pulled his sleeve down over it. Unlike most students at the Academy, he used a traditional longbow instead of a modern carbon weapon. Picking up the long ash stave from the floor of the changeroom, he bent it into a tight arc and strung it, plucking the string with his thumbnail to check the tension on it. Padding out onto the range, he slipped in amongst the class already gathered and leaned on his bow a bit. Flipping his bangs out of his eyes, he watched Lord Jordan pace the range.
The teacher seemed agitated as he looked down at his watch, finally looking up to see Mael in the back of the crowd. His lips thinned and he wave the Scottish student forward. Weaving his way through the crowd, he took up his place near the starting line.
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