A Duel, Kind Of (Private between me and Morgan)

It didn't take long for Ryan to arrive at the range, but it sure as sh!t was taking awhile for his crippled sister Chiara to show up. He had decided to get into a sort of duel with Chiara, thinking it would be a good idea. Now he was wondering that IF (and that's a big, BIG if) he wound up winning how long it would take her stab him in the neck with one of those arrows. Sh!t, she'd probably just use that crutch to get the job done. But despite his internal fears, he just leaned against a tree, holding his carbon fiber bow while sporting a pair of Oakley Frogskins sunglasses, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

"Ten shots... Alright." Taking an arrow and nocking it, Ryan stepped up to where he was supposed to shoot from. But before he let the arrow fly, he lowered his bow and stepped back. "Oh Ryan, where are your manners." He motioned towards the same spot with his arm and got out of the way. "Ladies first."

What a b!*ch. "What pissed you off?" Not waiting for a reply, Ryan stepped back up and let the arrow fly downrange. "Happy now?" The arrow landed right in between the second and third circles away from the bulls-eye*.

(OOC: If we're using the normal "white-black-blue-red-yellow" target design.)

"WHAT THE F***!?!" Ryan had almost no time to react. But, thankfully, he was jumpy enough that he only managed to singe off a few hairs on his right arm. And getting a first degree burn there as well. Could've been worse. Much, much worse. "Well, that was...interesting. My turn still or will you have a crack at it now?"

OOC: So we know that one shot hit the black circle and the other hit the yellow one. What about the other two she fired? Where'd those ones land?

IC: Yeah...he had no chance. But who knew, maybe he could pull off a victory. A slim, one point (and were they even keeping score? Ryan didn't really know) victory, but a victory.
He stepped back up to where he fired before without comment, taking an extra four arrows with him. He notched back an arrow, firing it. Lucky for Ryan, the target didn't do any tricky crap, but the arrow sill hit 6 inches away from the center. Oh well...
Shot 2/4 was less lucky, as the target decided that it wanted to be a triangle,  the arrow hitting the very edge of the target.
Shots 3/4 hit 2 and 4 inches out from the center, respectively, with the target deciding to fire back at him after 4. Ryan avoided it this time, but it was still a poor reaction time.

OOC: I said she fired till she hit yellow, so the others went outside of yellow ^^

BIC:

"You sure you wanna continue?" Chiara taunted. "I met shrimps with better accuracy."

She was leaning on her crutch with her hip pushed to the side, her abs showing from under her shirt while a crooked grin smugly stretched her lips.

Comparing him to a shrimp. How cute. With a smug grin, Ryan replied "Nobody has ever won anything by quitting. Of course I'm still in this."

"You know, you really talk a big game for someone who take four shots and then decides that they've won. Here," Ryan backed up. "Take your final five. I clearly am in the presence of a master, so why don't you just back your claims up." The sarcasm was apparent in his voice.

Ryan, was impressed. She was probably stupid for doing that with a messed up...something, but she did it anyway. Feeling the need to congratulate Chiara but certainly not about to shower her in applause, he began to slowly clap. "Good job; you hit the bullseye while doing a lot more work than you needed to by performing a useless trickshot. Good for you."

Stepping back up to the firing line, Ryan shot out one last quip before firing: "And if you keep pulling off stunts like that with a messed up leg, you just might end up useless yourself."

(OOC: Will add more soon.)

Chiara cocked an eyebrow, her pupils contracting. She came forward and grabbed Ryan by the front of his shirt, pulling him down to her eye-level.

"I fought when the monsters invaded camp through the Labyrinth. I defended Olympus in Manhattan last summer." She wasn't shouting like she usually did, instead hissing through clenched jawmuscles. "I've done countless combat and rescue missions. I have never been useless, and never will be, and if you open that c*m dumpster of a mouth one more time, I will kill you, like the kids I killed in Manhattan. Like the kids I killed last month in Maine."

Wow. So Angry Cripple B***h actually did something with her life. Somethings, actually. Useful, intresting things. Not useless training and sitting around. For the past 3 months, that's all Ryan had done; train and sit. He wanted action. He wanted purpose. He wanted use. And this, what Chiara had said...THAT sounded interesting. With as serious of a tone as he could put out, Ryan had only one thing to ask: "How many corpses did you leave in Maine?"

That was all Ryan needed to hear.  "How about we just forget the last 30 minutes of d!cksh!tery ever happened and re-introduce ourselves." Ryan held out his hand, and without changing his tone said "Ryan Michaels, son of Ares. I'm looking to be useful around here, and I hear you're the person to talk to. I've spent the past three months training for a war that may never come and am looking for anything that will free me from my usual cycle of redundant uselessness while putting said training to good use."

(OOC: Wasn't expecting that kind of reply, although I wasn't expecting aggression.)

Upon releasing Chiara's hand, Ryan got back up to his normal height. "I'm more of an honor kind of guy, but that won't save some fool who decides they want to take on CHB, let alone me."