Gordin, Jeorge, Wolf Sedgar beck

Arrows were indeed flying far beyond the training grounds. What made them pick up their pace faster was the sudden spotting of hand axes being thrown as well.

Out of breath and red in the face Cain and Caeda stumbled upon a lazy group of army men: Gordin, Jeorge, Wolf and Sedgar all lounging on Becks ballista with the piolet kicking back and relaxing. Each were taking turns standing on top of the tank’s bow seeing How far they could shoot their bows with weighted arrows to see who could shoot the farthest. Gordin was next one on top of the high purch when Cain barged into the situation.

Cain: ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE IN SIDE OR ON WATCH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

*Reactions of shock varied - from Gordin faceplabting the dirt to beck slipping into the leg hole and getting stuck- but Jeorge was the only one who calmly turned his head to look at Cain as if anticipating this outcome. Yet still he looked confused that a lack of a certain someone from the invading party. His coolness returned as Wolf and Sedgar help pluck Beck out from his predicament.*

Jeorge: What attrosity could we have posiaboly made?

Sedgar: yeah we’re just trying to settle some old scores!

Cain: you buzzing arrows by the windows made my damn thumper stop thumping for a second there. What the hell do you think you’re all doing?

Wolf: accuracy competition.

Cain well then don’t do it by the damn windows!

Beck:  alrighty.

*not giving much warning  Beck started to turn his Balista around and nearly ran over Gordin’s leg.