((NOW Clive's turn... he takes the bow, grabs his own arrow, and fits it onto the bow. He's uncertain--much of of him wanted to do well and impress Sasuke. It was silly of him. He hesitates, quickly throwing off the jacket he'd slipped on, and then prepares to draw. Three fingers on the string, left arm too tight, right arm too low, and he doesn't even pull the string all the way back--it comes no where near his lip. He looks more apt to fire a gun than a arrow, which is no surprise.
So when he releases, and the arrow flicks awkwardly in the air, it falls short, and clearly off course. A sigh.))
It was the wind that time; I'm usually better. ((He tried to mimic what he saw Sasuke do... clearly he'd mimicked wrong.))
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((NOW Clive's turn... he takes the bow, grabs his own arrow, and fits it onto the bow. He's uncertain--much of of him wanted to do well and impress Sasuke. It was silly of him. He hesitates, quickly throwing off the jacket he'd slipped on, and then prepares to draw. Three fingers on the string, left arm too tight, right arm too low, and he doesn't even pull the string all the way back--it comes no where near his lip. He looks more apt to fire a gun than a arrow, which is no surprise.
So when he releases, and the arrow flicks awkwardly in the air, it falls short, and clearly off course. A sigh.))
It was the wind that time; I'm usually better. ((He tried to mimic what he saw Sasuke do... clearly he'd mimicked wrong.))