Post by Speedy on Jul 5, 2010 16:36:50 GMT -5
The arrow banged off a hanging girder, knocked sideways into an empty barrel, and finally ended by piercing an empty soda can and flipping several times. The sounds rang loudly into the night, only to soon be smothered by the cheers from the archer. something resembling a victory song started up, complete with what appeared to be fanfare of some kind. If you followed that sound, you wound up seeing a young man doing what appeared to be a passable dance number.
"That's what I'm talking about!" cried Speedy. He grinned widely, stopping to spin another arrow into his hand. That shot had been nothing, really, but Speedy felt like bragging about it anyway. He was just that good. Another shot followed, piercing the can, and the snap of the bow sounded several more times. When the can hit cement again, spinning, several arrows had formed a pincushion.
"I just keep getting better," insisted Speedy. He blew into his knuckles before rubbing them against the fabric of his uniform. The bow spun over his shoulder, and Speedy walked over to examine the soda can. He kicked it, watching the lopsided wobble that came from the arrows unbalancing the object. It made Speedy chuckle and reach down, pinching one arrow and holding the can up in the air.
"Just think: if you'd been alive, you'd be bleeding all over the place," insisted Speedy. A smirk lit his face and he began spinning the can. Whistling, Speedy looked about, trying to figure out what he should be shooting at next.
"That's what I'm talking about!" cried Speedy. He grinned widely, stopping to spin another arrow into his hand. That shot had been nothing, really, but Speedy felt like bragging about it anyway. He was just that good. Another shot followed, piercing the can, and the snap of the bow sounded several more times. When the can hit cement again, spinning, several arrows had formed a pincushion.
"I just keep getting better," insisted Speedy. He blew into his knuckles before rubbing them against the fabric of his uniform. The bow spun over his shoulder, and Speedy walked over to examine the soda can. He kicked it, watching the lopsided wobble that came from the arrows unbalancing the object. It made Speedy chuckle and reach down, pinching one arrow and holding the can up in the air.
"Just think: if you'd been alive, you'd be bleeding all over the place," insisted Speedy. A smirk lit his face and he began spinning the can. Whistling, Speedy looked about, trying to figure out what he should be shooting at next.
