Sparring

Aaron had his bow out, firing at dummies. He was gradually getting better, but granted very gradually.

ooc: Joining, just so this won't completely fail. D:

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Alyssa stood and watched the young man toy around with his bow; nearly pitying the innocent dummies as they had been struck in the stomach and arms. One had gotten lucky, for he had shot the arrow to high.
"Not that bad." She stepped out in the clearing, "Your aiming needs work though."

She raised up her bow and steadied it carefully, taking in a deep breath she aimed at her victim and released the arrow. In a matter of seconds it struck into a small bullseye on it's hay filled head. A small smile curled up of Alyssa's face.