Spoon is almost impossibly glad that Blink was able to bring him back those crutches. Lack of mobility is SO not his thing. Granted, he still can't put enough weight on the twisted ankle to really suit his tastes, but he'll adapt, dammit
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Dropping his armload of concrete (and it's a small armload, admittedly) Sokka walks over near Spoon, frowning a little in concern. You've got cruches man - and a busted ankle.
"Do the doctors even know you're out here?"
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Which probably means 'no'.
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Sokka just raises a brow and looks at Spoon like he might not be the brightest crayon in the box. "...Nope, didn't know that."
At least he's sticking to real weapons now, though.
"Hey," it's not something that's just occurred to him, but it seems more important now to ask, "how come you know so many different kinds of weapons? I know you were in the army, but-- I mean, you couldn't have fought with all of them."
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He selects one of his arrows as Sokka asks his question. "Nah, I didn't learn most of it there," he says. "There's societies in England where people try t're-create battles and food and clothing and such out of the past. Not for actually fighting, most of the time. They go at each other with blunt weapons and soft edges, but they're tryin' to keep the old traditions and skills alive. I was in one of those for a while back home. Taught me to swing a sword and use a bow. The Army taught me knives and guns. Had to teach myself the axe and the potato cannon. Weapons're what I'm good at, same as some people're good at music or fishing."
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But that's not the point - Sokka's bothered by a lot of things that apparently don't matter at all.
"I never learned archery," Sokka replies and starts to crouch down where Spoon is so he can watch him with the arrow. "We didn't use it in the South and there was a lot of other stuff to learn the more we traveled - I didn't really have the time."
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He draws, holding the arrow just at full draw for several seconds. Then there's a flick of his fingers, and thoq! goes the arrow through where Spoon estimates the main mass of a Magog's heart would be.
"-but if y'don't have polar bears where you are, I imagine you'd get by with spears and such."
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He watches the arrow get drawn and tossed, frowning slightly, thoughtful and considering. It's not that he never wanted to learn another weapon - it's that he knew so many already. The spear, the boomerang, the club, the machete, the knife-- he'd figured that was enough. The real problem was learning how to fight without a weapon.
And sometimes... weapons were more important. The Magog had proven that and they weren't done proving either.
"...Can you teach me?"
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There's another arrow in his hand, but not nocked yet, when Sokka asks. "Sure," Spoon says, looking up. "Likely not with this bow, though. Here- try drawing it. You might need to start with one of the others I brought back instead."
He'll show Sokka where the fingers go, and nock the arrow for him, but he's not expecting Sokka to reach full draw on a bow that'll punch through an elk. It's just that you don't take a chance on dry-firing a bow, especially not a strong one.
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So it may just surprise Spoon that he's able to lift the bow, nock an arrow, and draw back entirely. A teenager, yes, but the teenagers of a tribal world grew up far differently than those of the 21st century.
Nonetheless, his hold wavers, the bow trembling slightly, and he can't aim correctly, though it's obvious in the strain of his arms and fingers (not to mention the cross look on his face) that he's trying.
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But he nods and says, "All right. Ease it back down if you can. Let it fly if you can't. Best you start on the thirty-five pounder. You need to learn the form before you step up to the bigger bows, and there's exercises that'll help too."
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Start slow, work your way up. Learn on a wooden boomerang and work your way to the metal.
Except Sokka started with razor sharp, jagged-edged metal.
His eyes narrow and he aims the same way he would for a spear - a straight, direct target. Granted, he misses by about six inches, the arrow lodging at a point above the fake-Magog's left shoulder.
Besides the real issue was how the bow jarred his own shoulder when he let it go like that, making Sokka grit his teeth and hand the bow back so he could rub his shoulder.
"Okay. I finished your boomerang, by the way, but it's still inside."
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He nocks and draws.
"Now, see- this little thing here in the cable? That's a type of sight. Line it up with a point on your target, so you don't go up too high or over too far."
He lets fly. It hits home pretty well.
"Yeah? Looking forward to that," he says with a grin. "Though I'll likely knock meself senseless learning."
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And won't that be fun to get.
He grins a little more at Spoon's apparent excitement. "Count yourself lucky - I make Zuko set his on fire. The worst that could happen to you is getting a headache."
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"I can live with headaches, long as I don't blind myself or somethin' by mistake. Not like army training's exactly a walk in the park, either."
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