3 for 3. (( For passionate Shadow)
Ivan's aim hand was shaky, and his aim was going to be off by a bit at the best scenario. He grit his teeth, drew back his hand and then threw the dart, watching as the sharp, metal-tipped flew towards it's target, flying almost too fast for the eye to keep up with until it made it's mark...in the wall, not even touching the target. He groaned in disappointment. His aim was atrocious, even at the best of times.
Valtez was practicing as well, though something completely different. He was practicing athletics and acrobats. He was running, jumping, spinning, flipping...It was to practice speed, to practice moving over obstacles, and to practice weaving between groups of people. It was something that definitely came in handy in this dirty business. That was something he knew from experience, something he knew from multiple encounters.
Rowan, however, wasn't doing any of that. The man was sitting on the ground, waiting patiently for his master. He was known as the brat of the three, refusing to cooperate easily even at the best of times. He had his long, blond hair tied back into a ponytail, dressing in a pair of scarlet red robes that day.
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