- Kennedy, quite uncharacteristically of her, walked onto the range with a meek look on her face. The tepid air matched her tepid feelings about practicing archery. Every time she nocked an arrow, it missed the target completely and often fell quite a few feet short. The one time she managed to get it near the target, it passed the bullseye by a meter or two and got someone in the foot! Even if that was three years ago, the girl she hit still gave her nasty looks every so often.
It would help if she got her own bow, not some rental that felt too big and the drawstring too loose. Then again, she was a swordsman, not some archer. She didn't want to turn into one of those pansy Apollo kids anytime soon.