Candy lets out a small hum, as he listens to Eliath speak, and he nods slowly. “The best learning experiences are from trial and error, after all,” he says, patting the side of the crossbow a few times. “Especially when it’s for physical activities like these. It’d be good practice.”
He brings the crossbow up, popping off the cap of the scope and peering into it, making adjustments until he’s satisfied with the setting. After he finishes with that, he uses it to take a look at his target, judging the distance. It’s hard to tell with the fog, but he thinks that it’s only twenty feet away. Good, he thinks, not too far then. He should be able to hit it from here, taking a moment to factor in the movement of the creature and the lack of wind in the air. But, there’s a slight problem.
"I’m glad," he breathes slowly, "that you have so much faith in me. It won’t be too hard to hit, but there’s a small little thing that I need a little help with. Nothing big, I assure you, but, I need a little assistance on cocking the bow. I don’t have the strength to do it correctly myself, see. It’s not too hard to do, you just put it on the ground, put your feet here," he taps on the stirrups, "then draw the string back and pop it into the cocking mechanism. Not too difficult, really, and I’m sure you know how to do it."
"Ah, of course that's no trouble at all, just watch out for the recoil in that case. Without much muscle to support it the kick may be a bit bigger than you're expecting." He takes the crossbow, setting it down and anchoring his foot, drawing back the string with a satisfactory click. He wasn't the strongest individual either, but he could perform tasks like this without too much trouble given a few seconds to accomplish it. "In fact, that's why I tend to prefer bows, much easier to reload and to shoot, though it does trade some power in the long run. Crossbows are also a bit louder, though that doesn't matter too much unless you're fighting something with extremely sharp hearing, which I don't believe these creatures exactly have."
He hands the cocked crossbow back to Candy, drawing his rapier from it's sheath on his back and holding it in a relaxed grip at his side for the moment. "That should do it preparation wise; we're all clear. Also, don't expect a second shot at it as nice as that would be. I probably can't get that crossbow reloaded from a stationary position in the time it would take for the creature to venture over and separate some of my extremities from their proper locations."









