players: @playerapocalypse & Syphon
location: open training area
Syphon let out a long yawn, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tried to focus on the target a few feet ahead of him. Why had he agreed to waking up at the butt-crack of daw for training? He had no earthly clue but Syphon wasn’t happy about it. Still, he found that refuseing Apocalypse would do him much good. The man would only dog him into training at some other point and time. If this was going to be a thing they did, Syphon was going to have to renegotiate the time in which they did it.
“Look mate, I know I’ve been shit with my shots lately but seriously can’t i just use my regular bow and arrow and not this.” he huffed.
Holding out the toy bow and arrow that had a round head that would stick to a target rather then pierce it. Syphon wasn’t even drinking any more... well, not as much as he was before. Just a shot to get him through the morning and another to get him throught the afternoon and one more at night with dinner and one before bed. Hey progress, was progress.
“ This is insulting, not to mention unnecessary.”