training the others

[Tarlerious Zata Falkiner]

Archers were lined at the jousting feild the knights agreed to let the feild be for the day."Ok today I am going to teach you all a valublelesseon that your aim if only as good as those who help you, the defence general Zeion had requested to get you guys trained by sundown. Now each of the five target is on it's back so picture that as a small army of let's say bandits. Alright men let's see you got." Zata said as he walked to teh back fo the line of 20 archers Zata said the word fire and the line of arrows flew and thought only half hit the target he sighed

"Ok some people need to focus look at the target and visualize where the arrow will go. watch me first." Zata said as he aimed looked at teh middle target for a moment looked up a bit and fired the arrow not only struck the target it hit the bullseye even thought Zata couldn't see it."See like that ok ready aim fire!" the archers launched another volley and each on hit a target sure no bullseyes but they were freash from being recurited."Ok fire 5 more vollies like that and we'll take a break." Zata said and watched he had to teach them so much more like points to hit to bring down animals and such but this was only the first time teaching...he was always learning more and more but he never tought it before.

He sat and watched they all did as instruced and tey sat nearby. He began to talk."Ok a moments rest then we'll train more doing the same till you hit bullseyes." Zata watched he sat and corrected each on by name."Jones aim lower, Kor pull back more." He thing went on all day till the sun was setting he told the mto go inside he cleanedup and smiled."Good work guys you earned a rest." He said as he had a pile of arrows next to him and sat on a bail of hay and looked up."Lunar mercenaries...the elite defence force for Avaren. I am proud to teach new people the ways of the bow." He said as the sun sank the sky was like a flame as he stared at the dusk sky.

[Benjamin Freed]

Freed had been there since the last round of practice. He watch the men practice from one of the seats easy in the back. a flag pole and the angle he was at from ever on else made him very hard to see, but he was there, watching, and silently judging the aim and strength of each individual and was pay even closer attention to the man giving orders. Eventually they where leaving he stood. pulled the, his condensed long bow from his back. He Noched and arrow aimed and fired a single shot into the air.

The arrow flew into the air and as gravity to control the arrowhead turn downward and fell taking the wooden shaft with it. The wind raced through the feather fetched into the rear of the shaft. in mere minutes the arrow head found a mix of wood and straw and sank in. The shaft was sticking out of the red dot in the middle of two red rings. it was a bullseye.

He didn't know he name of ANY of the trainees but he did know the name of their leader. He walked down the steps threw the stands. "Oi, Mr.Falkner." He said to the man once he was with in ear shot. "No offense but you're men are horrible shots, and on top of that they are slow, either that or there teacher is slow and dim witted." He said partially in jest. he was trying to poke some fun at the teacher while at the same time criticizing him, and seeing how he would react to the name calling.