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Felix only shrugged. If the guy had mentioned his name, he surely didn’t remember it. “Well, I’m glad some of you are up for taking on the fighting, you know, on behalf of rest of us.” Or if not on behalf, then in place of. He followed the other man and stood a fair distance away as he prepared his bow, or whatever. “Have you ever shot a real person, either on purpose or accidentally?” he asked, curiosity evident in his voice, after the other man completed his safety call. “I’d be a shame if someone back there was deaf and didn’t hear you, but I imagine that does happen every now and then…”
“Well, I guess if all the fighter die, you’ll have to take up the fight thereafter,” Caleb pointed out, but he knew that was how the world worked. There would always be those who would survive by virtue of others fighting, but not everyone was cut out to fight. “Nope, never shot a real person,” he shook his head, wondering if people would stop believing he went around killing people anytime soon. “You wanna run back there and check, then? Frankly, I’ll be amazed if you manage to get an arrow as far as the treeline on your first try, anyway.”
