[.... WELL!!!! HE REGRETS HIS CHOICES NOW. HE HAS TO BEST THIS... RANDOM TEENAGE GIRL!!! So he pulls his bow out again. He's taking a gamble. He knows this. He doesn't remember learning to handle a bow. Why does he have both a bow and a gun? What is the fucking deal with this. He has no way of knowing how far he can shoot.
But.... hm. He aught to just trust his instincts. He feels like he's pretty good. He's got a sense of how far away things are, so he must be seasoned at determining that sort of thing, right? Somehow. So he picks out the farthest away tree that he has a clear shot at. It's maybe... 500 feet away? (He thinks in meters but for the sake of thread consistency. ANYWAY.) He lines up the shot. Breathes. And lets it fly. And it hits.]
Easy. [It was not easy he was very stressed the entire time the arrow was in flight and it was apparent on his face.]
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But.... hm. He aught to just trust his instincts. He feels like he's pretty good. He's got a sense of how far away things are, so he must be seasoned at determining that sort of thing, right? Somehow. So he picks out the farthest away tree that he has a clear shot at. It's maybe... 500 feet away? (He thinks in meters but for the sake of thread consistency. ANYWAY.) He lines up the shot. Breathes. And lets it fly. And it hits.]
Easy.
[It was not easy he was very stressed the entire time the arrow was in flight and it was apparent on his face.]