[Training] head for the chills

Edmund only processed that Melita had more to say once he had already let his first arrow fly. His lack of manners stung, and he resolved to apologize once their hunt was complete. As it was, there was little time for such things. The flock was scattering, and time was of the essence. "Understood." With a brief nod Edmund notched another arrow and targeted one of the birds heading towards the right. With how comfortable Melita had been shooting her first turkey, Edmund had little doubt of her success. With how rude he'd been, the young Ancient also wasn't inclined to argue and potentially worsen the slight. Letting his next arrow loose it flew and sunk squarely into the neck of one of the fleeing turkeys. Tail perking with delight, he quickly moved to notch another arrow. Edmund Reborn In Fire