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Without disturbing anyone, Veserod methodically walked around the clearing and collected all the spent arrows. Today, he had planned to spend the day thoroughly exploring the forest, searching for tracks of large game, and bringing something home – to please Dianka and himself, and a small gift for Nikitka wouldn't hurt either. However, the unexpected invitation from Gungnir forced him to reconsider these plans.
Watching the orphans playfully clashing, brandishing weapons for war and practicing devilish magic, he couldn't help but feel out of place, with his modest working tool and light clothing for a walk in the forest. Nevertheless, for the most part, the youngsters frolicked with smiles and laughter, shaking hands and vowing not to lose next time, and this made the hunter feel a little better.
Although the duels began at a respectful distance, Veserod dealt with most of his opponents firmly, as he would in a real situation with a deadly predator – he tried to hit all vital organs as accurately and quickly as possible and immobilize the attacker, after which he would finish him off with a knife – although this was not necessary in this training. Nevertheless, the saber-toothed tigress managed to scratch him, and he failed to properly pierce the boar's hide – the hunter took note of both cases to think them over later.
The two other archers proved to be the most fair and serious opponents, and Veserod recorded their names in a separate memory store. Quiet, modest, and gloomy Anders defeated him with the very first bolt to the heart – that's how a proper archery duel should look. If he had enough physical and mental stamina, he would make an excellent hunter.
The second surprise was Daniel – the perpetually mischievous boy, who nevertheless easily defeated many opponents – it was clear that he was bored when the penalty for failure was announced, which, apparently, gave him extra strength. Whether it was luck or a flash of talent, he managed to pierce Veserod's lung so that he coughed, but the lack of any serious practice with a crossbow made itself felt. At the moment when Veserod's final arrow crunched into the bridge of his opponent's delicate face, the hunter thought that this boy could have a great future if he got his act together.
Having finished collecting the arrows, he sat down on a stump, took off his outer clothing, and began to mend the fresh holes, occasionally glancing at the fighting participants.
Watching the orphans playfully clashing, brandishing weapons for war and practicing devilish magic, he couldn't help but feel out of place, with his modest working tool and light clothing for a walk in the forest. Nevertheless, for the most part, the youngsters frolicked with smiles and laughter, shaking hands and vowing not to lose next time, and this made the hunter feel a little better.
Although the duels began at a respectful distance, Veserod dealt with most of his opponents firmly, as he would in a real situation with a deadly predator – he tried to hit all vital organs as accurately and quickly as possible and immobilize the attacker, after which he would finish him off with a knife – although this was not necessary in this training. Nevertheless, the saber-toothed tigress managed to scratch him, and he failed to properly pierce the boar's hide – the hunter took note of both cases to think them over later.
The two other archers proved to be the most fair and serious opponents, and Veserod recorded their names in a separate memory store. Quiet, modest, and gloomy Anders defeated him with the very first bolt to the heart – that's how a proper archery duel should look. If he had enough physical and mental stamina, he would make an excellent hunter.
The second surprise was Daniel – the perpetually mischievous boy, who nevertheless easily defeated many opponents – it was clear that he was bored when the penalty for failure was announced, which, apparently, gave him extra strength. Whether it was luck or a flash of talent, he managed to pierce Veserod's lung so that he coughed, but the lack of any serious practice with a crossbow made itself felt. At the moment when Veserod's final arrow crunched into the bridge of his opponent's delicate face, the hunter thought that this boy could have a great future if he got his act together.
Having finished collecting the arrows, he sat down on a stump, took off his outer clothing, and began to mend the fresh holes, occasionally glancing at the fighting participants.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
