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Lingus was disappointed by the result of his first round. He had hoped to score much higher, and another round like that could see him dumped out of the competition. As he approached his mark for the second round he drove all of these thoughts from his mind.
Focus, he said to himself, and went through the same routine as before. He felt the initial nervousness of contest leave his body.
His bow came up, nocked with the first arrow. It was drawn with a smooth motion, held steady for a second, and the loosed. The arrow sped over the one hundred foot length. The one time hunter used that flight to judge the rest, and the two other shots came in measured sucession.
He waited for his score to be counted, although he was quiet sure of what it was.
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