[Allison nods, and the friendly light in her face grows still, not quite cold...it's the stillness she draws on to hunt, the razor focus and inner silence that ensure she never misses.
Scanning the right side of the flock, she picks out three potential targets. All were healthy looking, and if she can time her shots right, there's no reason she can't land all of them, maybe one more if she were lucky, before they scatter.
Sighting her first choice, Allison draws an arrow from her quiver and deftly lines up her shot. Glancing over, she notes he's done the same, rifle at the ready.
Strike as one, equal chance to hit their targets before the rest of the birds run.
She nods, silently agreeing to follow his lead, then refocuses on the bird she's chosen to taste her first arrow.]
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Scanning the right side of the flock, she picks out three potential targets. All were healthy looking, and if she can time her shots right, there's no reason she can't land all of them, maybe one more if she were lucky, before they scatter.
Sighting her first choice, Allison draws an arrow from her quiver and deftly lines up her shot. Glancing over, she notes he's done the same, rifle at the ready.
Strike as one, equal chance to hit their targets before the rest of the birds run.
She nods, silently agreeing to follow his lead, then refocuses on the bird she's chosen to taste her first arrow.]