NOAH
The hunter's heart skipped in his chest as the first arrow hit the target with a solid thunk. Just as he suspected, it was not able to come through the thickness of the target. Had it, it surely would have punctured through skin or clothing with the force that the Madame was able to put behind the bow. For this, Noah was thankful at the poundage his bow was rated or -- himself. The hunter continued in his crouching, the sound of the arrow she loosed too far from him echoing in his ears.
Another arrow sunk, this time in a different part of the target. Feeling and hearing the impact made the hunter laugh, his jaw dropping.
"You're doing great! Try to keep up with me!" He called out to her as he began to pick up speed, weaving back and forth before her, but not moving closer or further away from her.
And if you drink the water,
It might just stop the pain
It might just stop the pain
