“A good shot, twin,” Apollo nodded, appreciating the accuracy of her straight shot. “Try not to cry when you loose though,” he teased her, summoning his own bow. It was drakon-bone, a string made from the innards of the same draconic monster he had slain with his own divine hands.
Inhaling and pulling back the string, he took aim and released, the arrow piercing the air and hitting the edge of his own target’s bullseye. “One-to-one… for the moment. Your shot,” he stepped back.
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I will always be a kid at heart.
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