05-09-2012, 05:44 PM
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[/html]Col muttered something in return, something about 'just kidding,' but Wraith shot him a withering gaze once more and then flippantly turned her head away. She didn't like him; he was stupid and annoying and this was important, so she didn't want him messing her up. Besides, Ezekiel had said that sometimes there would be other members of Inferni who would be older than her, but not ranked as high as her. She needed to know how to deal with those sorts of coyotes since she needed to be able to defend her rank and demand respect. Plus, she just didn't like him, but no one really needed to know that. Even prudish Ithiel was better than stupid old Col.[/html]
Wraith kept her arms taught, holding the two parts of the bow as well as she could. It made her arms ache and she didn’t think she could hold it for much longer. How did archers do this for so long? It was baffling. But Ithiel said that she was doing it right, so perhaps archery just hurt—or maybe it needed her to use new muscles. She never used her Optime form, so this was quite possible. She tried to follow Ithiel as he walked around her, watching him from the corner of her eye. When he said that she could hold it differently, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Okay, how else can I do it?” she asked. Right now, she was pinching the arrow and string with her first three fingers and her thumb, but it was making her knuckles ache from the constant pressure. [html]