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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 12:03 pm
Note to Pyromancers:...
Please do NOT shoot flaming arrows, unless with the appropriate teacher. We've had enough forest fires, thank you...
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 3:14 pm
Ronaldo walked in, picking up a bow. "Alright, let's see what I can do." He loved his perfect Italian accent, which always got him his girlfriends. He pulled back, and let the arrow fly. It hit a target, just not very good of a shot.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:23 pm
Reuben strangely appeared and laughed at Ronaldo. "This is how you shoot" She pulled back the arrow and hit a a perfect shot
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:24 pm
Ronaldo turned. "Well I'm sorry, my lovely, that the only thing I'm good at is school, sword-fighting, and loving."
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:26 pm
Reuben smiled and shot another perfect, lowering the archery bow. "Very nice, accent"
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:28 pm
Ronaldo smiled and winked. "Why thank you." He pulled back and fired again, this time hitting the blue. "Very well."
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:30 pm
Reuben shot an arrow at his board, knocking off his arrow. She laughed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:32 pm
Ronaldo raised an eyebrow. "That wasn't very nice." He fired at another target.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:35 pm
"When it comes to archery, ill shoot off an arrow anytime" She replied
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:37 pm
Ronaldo smiled slightly. "When it comes to loving, I'll knock off your feet." He winked and fired some more shots.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:45 pm
Reuben laughed. "Sure, yeah" She joked
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 4:50 pm
Ronaldo raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You doubt me?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 5:01 pm
Trace walked up, ignoring the other two. He grabbed a black compound bow, and notched an arrow, aiming down the field silently. He inhaled deeply, focusing, drowning everything out. Everything got louder, and smelled stronger. He could hear the wind blowing around the targets, giving them an eerie outline in his mind's eye. He loosed the arrow, and it shot straight through the bulls eye, the arrow sticking in the ground behind the target. He smiled, and notched another arrow, focusing again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 5:47 pm
((I HIGHLY doubt that's possible, Trace.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 5:51 pm
(Depends on how thick the target is. The targets I was imagining are only about two inches thick. And if it's a compound bow, its completely possible, even likely.)
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