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THOCK!
THOCK!
ONE BY ONE, each more centered than the last, they struck their wooden target, buried to the neck. The board, now peppered with, what was it now… seven arrows, all within the bands of red and yellow, stood 80 yards away, while he, clad appropriately, drew back for another shot with a creak of leather. He lined it up, venting a gentle breath, brow furrowed–
And his eyes darted aside then. There goes his relatively good day– again.
Odin’s expression soured, but he didn’t yet ease down, holding for the moment. Despite the stranger, he realigned his gaze with the shot and loosed the arrow into the board. It lodged itself into the innermost red band– a near perfect bullseye.














