Shooting Range, Thursday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

One 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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[bitchprince]

"You're related to Lady Zoe?" Arthur asked, with a lifted eyebrow of his own. "I'm sure it must be."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Like I said, she's my step-mom," Dean said. "Married my Dad last summer. She's a pretty awesome lady."

[bitchprince]

And this would be Arthur's 'weathering small talk from boring people in positions of power' face. It looked a lot like his 'I'm very interested, do continue' expression.

"She would have to be, to manage the school as well as she does," he agreed, "And all its oddities."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, she's good at not blinking at the weird," Dean agreed. He glanced at Arthur's crossbow and the target. "You're not bad with that thing."

[bitchprince]

"I'm very good with this thing." Arthur's sense of modesty was stirring again. "I've been trained in its use since I was six years old." Give or take.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "That's when Dad started teaching me about guns."

[bitchprince]

"You had one on you on the roof," Arthur observed, because this was actually interesting. "How accurate would you say you are?" And how accurate would he actually be.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I usually hit what I aim at," Dean said. He considered for a moment, then put his gun back together, loaded it and took a step on the firing line. He raised the gun and very quickly emptied the clip into the bullseye.

[bitchprince]

Guns didn't stop being somewhat exciting to watch in action, but by now Arthur had managed to cram that level of besotted page emotion down where it belonged. "Not bad," he said, crossing his arms. "For a stationary target."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean raised an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. "Show me a moving one and I'll hit it just as well."

[bitchprince]

"Have you ever gone on a hunt with one of these?" Arthur asked, blissfully ignoring any challenging statements levelled at him. It was a knack he had.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean's lips quirked up at the corners. "Dude, hunting's the family business."

[bitchprince]

"Then I'd suggest you show me how you'd hit a moving target in the preserve one of these days," he said, with cheerful deadpan. "Or fail to hit, depending."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hunting animals is way too easy," Dean said. "How 'bout I find a real hunt and you can come along."

[bitchprince]

"Because hunting animals is clearly not hunting at all," Arthur replied, "What, pray tell, would a 'real hunt' be?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, say, something like a werewolf," Dean said easily.

[bitchprince]

"A werewolf," he said, with a raise of his eyebrows. "Sounds fun."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Or a wendigo," Dean said with a shrug. "Or something else. Whatever comes up first."

[bitchprince]

"Ever hunted a cockatrice?" he asked, "Or a gryphon."

And if that hadn't been a nightmare.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"There was a gryphon once in Winsconsin," Dean said. A lotta weird happened in Winconsin. "Or possibly a gargoyle come to life. Tough to say. But it would've needed a big litter box."

[bitchprince]

"And did you defeat it?"

Arthur may have been more than his ordinary share of serious for the question.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hell, yeah," Dean said. "That thing was toast!"

[bitchprince]

Toast. Right.

"Must've been some force you used," he said, "I've seen one take out a whole unit of knights."

Including Arthur himself. Hush.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Right tools for the right job," Dean said. "In this case a sniper rifle with silver tipped bullets just in case."