A Little Apprentice
Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 7:23 am
The mercenary can be seen in Galmair lately in company of Eraisuithiel's little son, a boy of near five, running behind him with a short bow.
Every day for the past three weeks, Bronn had been training Liam in use of bows with a custom set of blunted arrows made for the boy's training.
The boy proved to be a natural archer, hitting stationary targets at as far as 50 yards with little to no aim. He seemed to love every bit of it, having long craved attention of a male mentor.
Bronn was fulfilling his end of the deal.
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"Very good, Liam."
Bronn stood next to him now, looking at him and talking to him, as if Liam was an adult, just of small size. He did not soften his words, and did not use any form of baby voice that children are often addressed with.
"Today we try a movin' target, lad. A step closer to dat fox ye wanna shoot. Track, and shoot, give it a bit of a lead, ya understand lead? Shoot where tha target will be. If it movin right, shoot a little to tha right of it, if it be movin' left, shoot a bit left. We start slow."
Bronn stepped over to the range, and picked up the rope. Giving it a tug and tightening it, he began pulling a small cart, upon which a straw filled dummy was mounted. Liam, standing in position, would see the cart jerk and start moving from left to right.
"Don't think, son. Pull and shoot. Trust yer eye."
Every day for the past three weeks, Bronn had been training Liam in use of bows with a custom set of blunted arrows made for the boy's training.
The boy proved to be a natural archer, hitting stationary targets at as far as 50 yards with little to no aim. He seemed to love every bit of it, having long craved attention of a male mentor.
Bronn was fulfilling his end of the deal.
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"Very good, Liam."
Bronn stood next to him now, looking at him and talking to him, as if Liam was an adult, just of small size. He did not soften his words, and did not use any form of baby voice that children are often addressed with.
"Today we try a movin' target, lad. A step closer to dat fox ye wanna shoot. Track, and shoot, give it a bit of a lead, ya understand lead? Shoot where tha target will be. If it movin right, shoot a little to tha right of it, if it be movin' left, shoot a bit left. We start slow."
Bronn stepped over to the range, and picked up the rope. Giving it a tug and tightening it, he began pulling a small cart, upon which a straw filled dummy was mounted. Liam, standing in position, would see the cart jerk and start moving from left to right.
"Don't think, son. Pull and shoot. Trust yer eye."