Target Practice (open)

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Mia hummed to herself as she nocked up another arrow, sighting the target fifty yards away. Not a massive distance, but she wasn't shooting for that today. Right now she was more concerned with the three arrows stuck end to end, snaking out from the bullseye.  That was her record, before she ended up splitting one too far and they fell apart. Well, records were meant to be broken, weren't they?

She pulled back on the bow, letting everything around her disappear, including the extra sets of archery gear she'd had the sensorium whip up in case anyone wanted to join her.