Crow was still thinking about Falko, the weird encounter had been messing with his head. Was she a friend? Maybe an enemy? No, probably a friend. Nope, Fiend. Naw, Friend. Argh... He thought and tried himself again at shooting. it hit the outside of board, the second-worst part to hit it. He groaned once again. "This sucks!" He said and tumbled to one of the small benches at the side of the Archery range. he sat down, and sighed. Then he stood up, trying once again. Missed.
Next one? Miss.
The one after that? Miss.
Crow swore a couple of times, and then grinned at the thought of a sword battle with Falko. Maybe she was more of an archery type? He didn't mind. Anything so he could finally put good use to his blade. The cold Stygian Iron had not tasted blood or felt battle for a long time now, nor had he used his powers for a few days. He hadn't seen Nephilim for a week or so now, he was actually wanting to encounter the Asian girl again. He grinned at the thought of her powers. They were awesome, he had to admit. But hey, his dead soldiers were also a great aid in battle. Their ghastly faces made him grin. He had given the two commanders names, Waxy and Bobby. He grinned, still visualising what the battle between Bobby and Falko would look like.
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