[ Take the shot, she says, and though Ashe volunteered his serviced but a breath ago, the notion of having to follow through fills him with dread. He has to do this, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’ll essentially be firing arrows at ghosts wearing bone suits.
Goddess help him.
He swallows hard, nodding briefly before turning his sights back out to the advancing horde. He’s gripping his bow tightly, gloves hiding the way his grip has gone white-knuckled with fear, as he brings it to bear and nocks an arrow. They’re just soldiers, he tells himself, but the moment he feels he has a good shot, one of the skeletons’ heads twitches in his direction, empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through him. It’s probably just coincidence, but it unnerves him all the same and his arrow flies wide, glancing off a skeletal shoulder, chipping the bone and doing very little to slow the thing down.
He can just hear the Professor admonishing him now, but the Professor has never been one to scold without offering encouragement as well. Somehow the memory grounds him. He sucks in a steadying breath and tries again.
This time his arrow flies true, the bronze arrowhead taking the skeleton through the eyehole and punching out the back of the skull. It drops without ceremony, lost in the crowd. ]
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Goddess help him.
He swallows hard, nodding briefly before turning his sights back out to the advancing horde. He’s gripping his bow tightly, gloves hiding the way his grip has gone white-knuckled with fear, as he brings it to bear and nocks an arrow. They’re just soldiers, he tells himself, but the moment he feels he has a good shot, one of the skeletons’ heads twitches in his direction, empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through him. It’s probably just coincidence, but it unnerves him all the same and his arrow flies wide, glancing off a skeletal shoulder, chipping the bone and doing very little to slow the thing down.
He can just hear the Professor admonishing him now, but the Professor has never been one to scold without offering encouragement as well. Somehow the memory grounds him. He sucks in a steadying breath and tries again.
This time his arrow flies true, the bronze arrowhead taking the skeleton through the eyehole and punching out the back of the skull. It drops without ceremony, lost in the crowd. ]