It was finally quiet. The vampires appeared to be gone, and Much was relieved. It felt like he could breathe again. He could walk out into the city without looking over his shoulder so much, and so he had. He had a bow he'd recently carved on his back and headed for the range with all intention of trying it out. He really hadn't practiced much since arriving in the new world, save for classes and fights. But between fights he knew he should try to stay somewhat sharp. He would never be as sharp as Robin and he accepted that, but the next time something happened he wanted to be able to keep up with him. So he left the complex, a quiver full of arrows on his back and took the more discreet way Robin had shown him once or twice to the range.
It was starting to get muggy in Kansas, weather he wasn't fond of. He made a face as he rubbed his forehead and looked out at the targets. Squinting some, he loaded an arrow onto the notch of his bow and leveled it at the spot he wanted to hit. Unfortunately for him, the heat was a distraction. Much's attention span never had been all that impressive, even he knew that much. But he tried. He refocused the arrow again and released it. The arrow sunk into the target just outside the bulls eye mark on the four point line and he made a face. "That won't do it all." So many distractions in Kansas, Much didn't know how Robin still maintained such a steady hand and certain aim.
A second arrow fired. Still missing.
A scowl crept into his face. Reasons he should have kept practicing apparently. He wanted to ask Robin to come, but he knew Robin was still sorting things out. Much didn't want to pressure him into doing things anymore than he already had. He still felt bad about how it had happened. Besides that, had he invited him he'd have to explain his poor marksmanship and the thought alone was embarrassing.
He spent more time these days baking than practicing, and was starting to show.