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Daryl had set up some rudimentary targets to keep his skills with the crossbow sharp. There were already two bolts in the target, both relatively close to one another and close to the center. There was another target that looked a bit more humanoid. Daryl had his crossbow at his side and then quickly brought it up, firing the bolt. The bolt hit the humanoid target right in the eye. It was a difficult task for most people but then, when approached with the zombie apocalypse, all of the survivors' aim had gotten quite a bit better.

He moved to the targets and began to retrieve his bolts. He checked the fletching on each one and then put them back in his quiver. He still was unsure of this mystical bar place even though he had already been here for a few months. He appreciated the relative silence though. No zombies to worry about, at least, not the walkers who would bite and infect him. He paused for a moment above the round target and thought about the rest of the group. He wondered whether or not they would end up at Milliway's eventually or if this was a place where he could be away from them.

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Eventually he'll find he is being watched by a pale girl in white and silver armor. Teresa watches his shooting from a short distance - it's quite slow, all told, might take down a particularly weak yoma if he aimed it right - with an expression of mild amusement that might be interpreted as condescension.

Daryl noticed the look and tried to ignore it, but when he glanced back he said gruffly,

"Somethin' I c'n help you with?"

He looked at her, sizing her up and then moved to the humanoid target and got the arrow from its head. He moved back to where he was shooting from and loaded the bow again. He held the bow at the ready instead of working on reflex shooting. He fired again, this bolt landed right between the eyes.

"No," she says lightly, as if that was an honest question and not a point he was trying to make.

"I don't need anything."

As an afterthought, "thank you for offering."

Look! She's being polite!

Daryl was being more polite than usual as well. He smirked a bit as he loaded his bow and nodded to Teresa as she watched.

"I take it, yer a fighter yerself?"

He still wasn't quite used to the armor. His own clothing was simple, a plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of denim jeans.

"I was," she says lightly.

"Before I died."

She wears the armor and carries the sword more out of habit than anything else.

Daryl blinked for a moment and let that sink in.

"I reckon once a fighter then always a fighter. It's a part of you."

He nodded.

She smiles just a bit wider.

"That's true. Even death didn't bring me back as a normal human girl."

Of course she takes it that way: being a Claymore literally is a part of her.

"I'm not sure anyone's normal 'round here so I reckon you're in good company. I gotta keep my skills sharp for when I go back home."

He wiped his face with his arm and sighed.

Teresa looks at the target, and down at the crossbow in his hands.

"Is that enough to kill the monsters where you come from?"

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Daryl smirked and nodded to her.

"As long as th' bolts pierce the skull and hit their brains, they'll be dead, yeah."

"Oh."

Well, she assumes he's dealing with things that have skulls that will be pierced by those things.

"What do you call them? The monsters?"

Out of interest.

"Walkers. They're dead people who suffered from a disease. When they finally die, they come back but they're hungry. They operate on instincts."

He moved over to where Teresa stands.

She watches him come over with a slight smile, unnmoving from her own position.

"Hungry for innards?"

Like yoma.

She'd seen crossbows before, but they were always 'replicas' of some sort, not the kind you'd take out to actually use.

Sonya was at milliways only to take a breather, because apparently some of the girls complained to her CO that she needed one and gave her a 24 hour pass. Why not just spend it in the 'end of the universe' Bar.

Sure as hell wouldn't find anyone using a crossbow otherwise, especially not like it was a part of them. Sonya was always curious about archery herself, but never had the chance to really look into it.

"That's a good shot." She's in civies this time: generic jeans and blouse, the only indication of her being military would be the chain peaking out from under her shirt that indicated dog tags.

Daryl looked over and wiped his face. "Thanks." He sized Sonya up and nodded to himself. "Guess it's just become second nature with everythin' goin' on back home." He moved back a bit and and leaned his neck to the side and it cracked a little.

Sonya couldn't help but frown on that part-back home?

She sized him up as well, taking in his skill, that it was second nature for him to use a weapon that wasn't so common anymore to use.

"What happened, back home I mean?" She was more concerned than curious-everything pointed to him needing the crossbow for survival, not for recreation.

And she would be correct. "You ever watch horror movies?" He thought for a moment as he moved again. "Zombie apocalypse." He sniffed a bit as he shook his arms out. He slung the crossbow over his shoulder and began to relax a bit. The weariness finally began to show in his eyes despite restful nights as of late. He knew what he had to do when he got out of here and he knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Only the really bad ones on Halloween." She answered. When she was enlisted, one of the guys would always talk her into watching bad horror movies that night and the lack of a serious social life meant she had nothing better to do as an excuse.

Still..that answer-that beat out any horror movie.

Normally she would've probably called bullshit on him, but looking at his face..his eyes-nothing 'bullshit' would cause such symptoms.

"Damn..ever the more reason to keep sharp." Pun intended.

Daryl couldn't help but chuckle at the pun, "Yeah. While some folks use guns but the problem there is that the noise will attract more walkers. Y'gotta do what y'gotta do." He looked Sonya over once again. "Y'look like you're familiar with fightin'."

That made sense.

"Imagine that crossbows and other weapons are easier to manage. It'd probably be easier to make and keep bolts than it is to find and keep a steady supply of bullets." Ammo was expensive as it was and it could be weighty to carry too much, let alone when there wasn't a steady supply of it.

She gave a slight smile. "Army officer that's good at fighting, that's all." It was rare she lost a fist fight and when she did it was usually a close fight anyway.

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