If Merlyn wanders off and around the grounds, he will come across a man shooting arrows with extreme dexterity (in fact, his aim absolutely equals Clint Barton's, which is no small feat).
Tristan already hit the bull's eye. He's now aiming to split that first arrow in two.
He's been looking for some place to practice, when his shoulder stops bothering him (or he realizes what Genkai succeeded in doing), and the sight of the archer in medieval gear is a relief and cause for eyebrow-raising.
"Tricky target: worth the challenge, though....," he murmurs, careful not to disturb the fellow archer.
Focused as he is, the man aiming the arrow does not shift - even if he did, though, Tristan's bow is such that it ever misses. Ah, the glory of those mystery days.
And so the arrow goes, and splits her sister in two, thudding into the heart of the target with a low vibrato.
The knight then turns, slowly, and eyes the stranger, without a word.
The knight takes his time, looking at the stranger, assessing him. His pride is bothered by his comments - yet he is also aware that pride is a sin.
"It is ill to disbelieve the potential of prowess in one's fellow fighter," Tristan tells the stranger. "Why would you speak thus, when you've yet to even hear my name?"
Tristan already hit the bull's eye. He's now aiming to split that first arrow in two.
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"Tricky target: worth the challenge, though....," he murmurs, careful not to disturb the fellow archer.
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And so the arrow goes, and splits her sister in two, thudding into the heart of the target with a low vibrato.
The knight then turns, slowly, and eyes the stranger, without a word.
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"It is ill to disbelieve the potential of prowess in one's fellow fighter," Tristan tells the stranger. "Why would you speak thus, when you've yet to even hear my name?"
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