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"That is most fascinating!" Auriel almost shouted, rather uncharacteristic for the ever-calming and confident leader. He took his long bow, and put away the excitment on his face, why, he hasn't met someone as skilled for a long time. He felt blood rushing for a short moment, the image of him going against the elf in Kirato sent waves of excitment through his spine. He took a deep breath, and blindfolded himself, finishing the procedure.
He put four arrows between each gap of his lefthand fingers, then knocked one with his right hand. For a moment, the crowd watched intensely.
He let the first arrow lose, then his right hand went grabbed the arrow between his left thumb and index finger, pull and let fly. then the one between index and middle finger, pull and let fly. His hand repeatedly worked at a furious rate.
The first arrow broke the string, and the medal fell to the ground. Before it drops, a second arrow struck it in the midair. The mdeal went a backward flip as the arrow pushed pass. The a third arrow struck it again the midair, the uplifting momentum slow down the freefall, then it was struck by a fouth arrow. The medal spinned vertically at an incredibly speed, almost appeared to be leviating in the air. Then the final and fifth arrow struck its lower half, a loud clashing sound echoed back. The medal stopped spinning, as if still hanging, then both the arrow and the medal dropped to the ground.
Auriel took off his fold, and breathed lightly, it was the only sound in the camp.
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