Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150802210117/@comment-5543592-20150803200429

Scire pulled his bow off his shoulder and dropped into the crouch, watching the captain's movements, getting a feel for where he needed to hit- the gap between the helmet and brestplate, at the neck. He brought the bow up, pulled an arrow from his quiver, and drew it back in the string, until taut.

He lined up his shot, exhaled, and released, letting the arrow fly free.