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[It had been said once that there was nothing more fearful in the world than the Hungarian Arrows. Hungary has such a vast history with archery that she was practically giddy as a school girl when she was able to get her hands on a bow that reminded her of the ones in her past.
With a quiver on her back, she sets out to wander around the forest before finding a place with a wide enough area for her to practice.
Sadly, her arm still feels tense and tight so when she draws her bow she hisses with a wince and fires the arrow off lopsided.] God damnit.. [Huffs and rubs her shoulder where the ache is before stubbornly pulling another arrow from her quiver.]
Not letting this place make me weak.
With a quiver on her back, she sets out to wander around the forest before finding a place with a wide enough area for her to practice.
Sadly, her arm still feels tense and tight so when she draws her bow she hisses with a wince and fires the arrow off lopsided.] God damnit.. [Huffs and rubs her shoulder where the ache is before stubbornly pulling another arrow from her quiver.]
Not letting this place make me weak.