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Will's outside at the archery range, its a good thing to do as he thinks about what maybe coming this tax time.

Also he's worrying about Guppy though at least Kate's doing better.

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"Aye, that sounds good."

"I'll be right back, then," he says, before he heads back to the bar, jogging, to fetch his things.

So Will goes to fetch his arrows out of the target while he waits for Doc.

When he returns, he has he bow over his shoulder and a long sleeved shirt, and a pair of water bottles as well as a quiver of practice arrows.

"I've been workin' on my own, ain't great but I've gotten better."

"Show me 'ow ye're doin' first then."

"Right."

He sets the water down and then the quiver, and then selects an arrow.

just an extension of your body

The bow is brought up and drawn back, it still aches a little to get the full weight of the draw but it doesn't hurt, and the arrow flies to the target and hits a bit low.

The next one he corrects a bit.

"The arc is the hardest part."

"Aye, good for ye though."

"It's no surprise you've got bigger arms than I do, what with holdin' this steady."

Doc aims again, and it's still a bit low but eventually they get closer.

"Robin is an incredible shot, both yours and the fox."

"Well, aye, 'e's Robin, finest archer in all England. Been doin' this since I was a lad is all."

"Who taught you first?"

Everytime he draws his arm aches a bit less than before, so that's good.

"Me Da with a wee bow, but Robin made me a true archer. Tis a law in England that e'ery man must know 'ow to fire a longbow. Many can fire one, tis knowin' 'ow to truly 'andle a bow that makes the difference."

"I know your mama's still around, is your dad as well?" Doc asks, as he draws another arrow from the quiver. "And law, seriously?"

"Oh aye, she is, worryin' a good bit. Tis so they can call us up an use us as fodder in the battles."

"My daddy taught me t'shoot," he says. "Still remember the first time I held that big rifle. Knocked me flat on my ass."

"First thing Robin made me do was just stand there with the bow drawn, thought me arms would fall off."

"Shit," he says, impressed, as he draws the bow and holds it. "You must be able to stay still now."

"'ave to, canna 'unt down a deer if ye're fidgettin' all 'bout the place."

Will lines up beside Doc with a nod and starts firing his quiver.

"Talent is bein' able to sight a squirrel," Doc says.

Will? Is much better than Doc. But Doc is not half bad.

Helps if you already know how to aim and steady yourself,

"Aye, I've bit o'a talent with a blade an me fingers."

"When did you start training with Robin?"

"Was 'bout 'leven or so."

"I didn't git started 'till I was your age," he admits.

"Robin saved me from the Sheriff's men, caught me stealin' from 'is uncle an claimed me."

"And your parents didn't mind it?"

"Nay, gave me a chance I'd ne'er 'ave 'ad. Without Rob probably would 'ave 'anged long ago."

The next few shots aren't quite as good, skirting the inside circle.