Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24487330-20140828201006/@comment-24487330-20140903172706

A sharp *THWACK* down-range brought Camo's attention to the targets stationed several meters away. Reina's bolt had struck one of the dummies dead-center in the head. "Very nice," he commended before turning his gaze back down to his weapon. He didn't even look up at Reina when she asked about it, but he responded, "I call it the Flightless Hawk. It's a collapsible high-tension compound bow (CHCB)...Still a work in progress, but it's gotten me this far, and I've got some ideas for potential improvement."

Unless Reina had any other questions, Camo would inwardly reason that there was no point waiting any longer for the others to show up. He'd grab a handful of arrows from the range's stock and stand at one of the open positions. Taking one of the arrows in his right hand and gripping the Flightless Hawk firmly in the left, he'd take a few deep breaths to focus and steady himself before training his keen vision on the target down-range. Putting the arrow to the bowstring, he'd nock it back in a single fluid pull and aim carefully before letting it fly...

...Unless anything in the archer's surroundings distracted his afore-mentioned process of arming and firing his bow, a softly-resounding *THUNK* would announce a successful hit, and a glance down-range would show that his arrow had found its rest a few centimeters to the right of the exact "bulls-eye" area. Camo would quietly lament his error and make a note to compensate for the imprecise shot as he prepared to fire again...