[u]Dojo Mountain, 10:42 AM[/u] [spoiler]Open to all.[/spoiler] [i]Thunk.[/i] "Earon." [i]The arrow had slammed into the straw dummy's chest, ripping through it's base like a dagger would tear through the flesh of it's unfortunate victim, the head of the object ripping through the fabric and protruding from the back.[/i] [i]Thunk.[/i] "Morrison." [i]The second arrow had slammed into the dummy's neck, this time, piercing what would have been the Adam's apple on a masculine being. It mimicked the killing of Antinous, struck in the neck by an arrow strung by the Greek hero Odysseus, or Ulysses, whatever one would call him.[/i] [i]Thunk.[/i] "Marisa." [i]The final arrow struck the chest of the dummy for a second time, though it would be angled, now aimed and hitting the target's "heart" - upon a real person, a shot that was near impossible to make if one was moving, yet a kill nonetheless.[/i] [i]Orion would sigh, setting down his bow as he straightened out his outfit, setting aside his quiver once he had collected his three fired arrows. There was a certain simplicity within the young man, of which had taken to a plain white tunic of a shirt and baggy, light tan pants, with the only odd features being the visible scrapes upon his arms and his long, shining silver hair, of which had been carefully adjusted and tied into a ponytail - it looked like a patch of quills, if anything though. An oddity.[/i] [i]Earon, Morrison, Marisa. Anyone that had been watching could point out the names, and question the backstory behind them. Orion would initially refuse them, unless he knew them a little.[/i] [i]For now, he had begun to string his bow back and fire upon a round target. Every time that the arrows missed the line that would surround the center - an awfully small spot - Orion sighed, nodded, and simply kept pulling back and letting loose. Each motion was still, motionless, and calm, and it remained so until the young man released. Then, he would wait a few seconds on purpose, to hear that *thunk* noise as the arrow punched through the target, before lowering his bow.[/i] [i]Over and over. Over and over.[/i]