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abidingpercy (abidingpercy) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Percy watched warily as the instructor showed them how to knock the arrow and aim the bow. He was thankful there were small, leather bands to protect one's arm from the bowstring - he was afraid he would have to slip away to cast a protection charm. Thankfully, the instructor moved on once they were done their spiel, leaving only Percy and Lisa.

Whatever Lisa thought of her first shot, Percy privately commended her for making any sort of connection to the target. He moved to his own target and did his best to stand the way the instructor had said, holding the bow in his leather-clad hand and knocking the arrow. He raised the bow, doing his best to look along the arrow's path. The biggest problem came, however, when he tried to draw back the string as it took more strength than he had anticipated. He drew back, partially afraid that the bloody thing would snap and smack him in the face, took a breath, then let go.

The arrow planted into the ground half-way between him and the target. His face flushed bright red as he lowered the bow and tried to look as dignified as possible as he turned toward Lisa. "I believe it's your turn," he announced, managing a small smile despite his embarrassment.