"William Schwartz"
William sauntered to the first target. He didn't have to do anything for the crowd to scream and chant. He smirked.
That was definitely going to add to his already giant ego.
He glided from one target to another, putting up an even greater show than Samuel. He effortlessly hit the bull's eye, every time scoring 30 points each.
The remaining competitors groaned.He was bringing up the average! Higher than it already was.
And then he got to the target which had stumped Samuel. The target was suspended fifty feet high. The sun right behind in, blinding the viewer.
The crowd waited with bated breath.
Could he do it? They all seem to think.
William smirked.
'Twang'.
Inner most circle.
There was hushed silence before noise broke out. The crowd cheered in disbelief and he remaining competitors groaned.He was bringing up the average! Higher than it already was.
But his smirk faltered when he faced the final target.
The target was sixty feet away, behind a translucent screen so as to blur the target. The target itself was in motion, being pulled from side to side.In front of the screen was a huge rotating contraption, like a water wheel. It was in constant motion ad the arrow had to be fired through the gaps between the spokes.
He took a deep breath and his face wore an expression on intense concentration. With a clear head, he tested the wind, nocked an arrow and....let loose.
The arrow soared , slashing through the screen towards the target.
'Thud'
Outer circle.
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Masked
PertualanganIt's a harsh time in Harland.... people are found missing at regular intervals, no bodies..nothing. But there have been rumours... rumours about masked men, men belonging to a cult of some kind. Read on to see where it all leads...
