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Auriel smiled confidently "sure thing."
The elf is a born archer. Talent combined with a superhumanly long years of practice, it is no suprise when he pulled the string and aimed with such an ease. The seemingly listless arrow struck the medal with a resounding "dang". The crowd cheered thunderously
A wide smile crossed Auriel's face "Very impressive, Legolas, I am afraid I will lose this one." Blindfolded himself, he rotated then slowly took aim. His grip strong and firm, two fingers pulled the string. He looked like a statue for a moment, then the corner of his lip slightly moved, a cunning smile. The arrow pierced the air as it went, but there was no sound of metal struck metal echoing back...
The crowd looked hard at piece of string dancing wildly in the wind, the medal that used to hang there is now on the floor.
"Looks like you win, elf" Auriel smiled as he took off his blindfold
He aimed the string.
The crowd hushed. Confused, not knowing if they should cheer for their leader or the elf, no one spoke a word. "YEAAAAH!" came a booming voice, it is Vangard. As if shouting in the snow covered the mountain, the cheer dropped a avalanche. Cheers and shouts and joyful laughters exploded everywhere, people began to clap and some patted on the competitors' backs, congratulating both men's amazing skills.
"More!" Someone shouted, then a dozen men echoed back "More! More! More!"
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