practicing with his crossbow was never going to feel normal to him. at least not until he used it in a life or death situation. he was trying out different techniques. he was hanging off the side of the wall, feet firmly planted on it. then, as he had a different viewpoint, he held the crossbow with both hands and shot. before he realized someone was passing by. “en guarde! uh, clear!” shit, what did archers say? he tried to kick himself off of the wall and run towards the other. “so sorry. you came out of nowhere, man.” / @thunderclasped












