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halfbloodhill_logs2014-03-10 10:38 pm
untameimpala) wrote in halfbloodhill_logs2014-03-10 10:38 pm
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Who: Dean, and other participants in the competition
What: marksmanship competition!
Where: the archery range
When: backdated to March 8
Warnings: violence against innocent targets?
There are targets all set up at different intervals, and more waiting by the sidelines. It's come to Dean's attention that certain parties may end up being a little on the destructive side for this competition, so he wants to be prepared. Not to mention there are apparently going to be some other showboats coming out this afternoon.
Dean would like them all to bring it.
This being his own competition, he steps up to the plate first, gun in hand. There are very few misses, and most of his shots are tightly clustered on the targets. Beat that, Apollo cabin.
What: marksmanship competition!
Where: the archery range
When: backdated to March 8
Warnings: violence against innocent targets?
There are targets all set up at different intervals, and more waiting by the sidelines. It's come to Dean's attention that certain parties may end up being a little on the destructive side for this competition, so he wants to be prepared. Not to mention there are apparently going to be some other showboats coming out this afternoon.
Dean would like them all to bring it.
This being his own competition, he steps up to the plate first, gun in hand. There are very few misses, and most of his shots are tightly clustered on the targets. Beat that, Apollo cabin.
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"Lemme see here," he mumbles, putting on a show of squinting at the target from afar. "No, nope, I'm not sure you got it just right." That's when he pulls out his gun, aims for a quick second, and shoots, hitting her center arrow right where it's lodged in the target. Then he smiles pleasantly at Maya, eyebrow raised. "Well. Maybe it is in the center."
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Around the moment it passes Dean's head the arrow explodes into a large comical boxing glove, which splinters both of her previous arrows to nothing and the force of it crashing into the bullseye snaps the wood holding the target upright, knocking the thing to the ground.
Maya then, for good measure, looses a normal arrow into the air, nice easy parabolic flight path down into the center of the target, right were Dean's shot was. While the target is on the ground. And Dean's weapon can't do that. "You think I'm cute?"