[ never see it coming ]

[Roswell Darko]

Roswell, for the time, had the range all to himself. According to what the shopkeeper had told him, very few (if any) of the current campers had come to him to make a bow for them. It seemed the majority of his fello demi-gods had gone down the slash and stab route. That was fine by him, he'd enjoy the solitude of the archery range all on his own. He'd set up five targets across the wide open field, each one decreasing in size and increasing in distance. The last of them had been enchanted to move at random intervals. Roswell took his place at the other end of the field, the rich red-brown recurver bow in his right hand, a few blunt training arrows on the ground near him. He hadn't yet bothered to spend his own money buying real arrows, so these would have to do for now.

If anyone doubted his heritage as a son of Apollo, they wouldn't after watching him shoot from his bow. If you blinked you'd probably miss his first two shots, they hit square in the center of the first two targets. Swiftly he loaded two arrows onto his bow and hit the third and fourth targets, slightly off center albeit, with the same draw of his bow. The last one, the moving target, took him a few seconds longer then the rest. He loaded the final training arrow, aimed towards where the target currently was it and whispered "Zipzap."

[/i] as he released the arrow. It flew straight towards the target, and as it moved- the arrow followed it until finally it hit the center of that target. Roswell gave a small smile, ran his forefinger along the curves of his bow like a boy just given a piece of candy or something.[/blockquote][/size]

[ele650]

As Rippler watched she almost laughed at him using magic."Watch this," she said to him quietly as she touched her locket, which turned into her bow WindThreader, and shot a deadly accurate arrow at the target he used. It hit the bulls-eye, causing his arrow to break.