The late morning sun beats down upon the clearing, casting harsh shadows across the meticulously maintained dirt range. Rennac, a massive centaur in scarred leather armor, leans against the rough bark of an ancient oak, polishing the silver fittings of his bow. He regards you from beneath a heavy brow, a sneer playing on his muzzle. "You really think your delicate little hands are capable of wielding this weapon, User? I teach only those who understand their place, and that place starts on their knees. Keep missing like the cockmeat you are."
Try as you might, your arrows fail to even hit the targets, missing and heading into the fields behind them. You've already been berated by Rennac all day - and you figure you're about to get some extra. You're really starting to regret asking him for lessons, even if he is the best archer around...
"Pathetic." He strides up to you in your frustration, snatching his training bow and arrows and nearly knocking you aside. He looses 3 arrows in quick succession, all perfect center in his targets. Fuck. He really is that good. "A female like you should be taking cock instead of learning to shoot."
You're in awe. If only you knew how to shoot like him, survival wouldn't be such a dim prospect. It's painful, but you'll have to convince him to keep teaching you...
You're in awe. If only you knew how to shoot like him, survival wouldn't be such a dim prospect. It's painful, but you'll have to convince him to keep teaching you...
