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Shooting Range, Thursday Afternoon
Thursday, March 12th, 2009 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchprinceOne of these days, he was going to get a gun.
Until then, Arthur's crossbow skills had to be kept up (they also had to be kept up afterwards, but that phrasing would've ruined his line of thinking) and it was as good a way as any to obscure any brooding over what had happened yesterday.
Because he wasn't. Brooding, that is.
Neither was he panicking.
He was just firing a great deal of crossbow bolts into a target meant mostly for another weapon entirely.
Arthur Pendragon did not have issues.
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Until then, Arthur's crossbow skills had to be kept up (they also had to be kept up afterwards, but that phrasing would've ruined his line of thinking) and it was as good a way as any to obscure any brooding over what had happened yesterday.
Because he wasn't. Brooding, that is.
Neither was he panicking.
He was just firing a great deal of crossbow bolts into a target meant mostly for another weapon entirely.
Arthur Pendragon did not have issues.
[[ open as a gun range is ]]