Invisable Ty watched as Dustin/Shira and Brian set up the target. A tiny piece of whitish tree bark, lay against the soft dirt of a small hill side. Backing off 100 yards the target was little more than a tiny dot.
"Ok elf boy you go first." Shira/Dustin growled.
"Ahem ok sure." Brian agreed taking his qiuver off and laying it on the ground he selected an arrow. And nocked it in his long bow, tirning to one side he looked down the arrow and swiftly drew it back. Shira/Dustin found herself starring at the elf's lean, but powerful muscles as they corded. Brian starred down the arrow taking deep breaths, findly he held one let it half out and let fly. Shira heard the arrow hit but did not see it as her eye's were on the Elf's round bubble butt. "Hah!" "That felt like a good one." Brian exclaimed, turning to look back at her. They walked back down to discover that it had indeed be a good one. The elven arrow was sticking out of the target, barely a inch from dead center.
"Not bad." Shira admitted. "But you'll have to do better than that!" Brian fumed as they walked back to the firing line. Taking her crossbow out Shira loaded it, and swung it up to her shoulder. Firing the instant the stock touched her cheek, she smiled and looked over at the handsome elf. "Dead center."
"We'll see." Brian answered between clinched teeth. Walking back down the range, he was straggered to find that she was indeed very close to dead center. "Close!" He snapped. "But it can still be beaten!"
"Not by you it can't." Dustin/Shira growled looking around as if she were looking for something or someone.
"We'll see." Brian repeated as they walked back up range. Slowly he took off his leather shirt, before picking another arrow an nocking it. He paused then looking down the long range, as the cool air waffled over his sweaty torso. It was hard to decide who was more surprised. When her body pressed up against his back. "What the..." Brian started but was cut off as Shira pointed down range.
"The wind is from north to south...You'll have to hold over." Shira said sheepishly as she backed away.
"K..." Brian grunted feeling very hot. Concentrating intensely as he drew back and took aim, he let fly. Then glanced back at her quickly as they headed down range. As they neared the target they both could see that he had indeed nailed it perfectly centered.
"Shit!" Shira swore silently. When Ty's voice spoke into her mind. "It can be beat, you now have the ability to split his arrow...Robinhood style."
Brian turned to her grinning lewdly. "Can't beat that...it's dead center."
"Like hell I can't...I'll split your arrow!" Dustin/Shira proclaimed.
"No body can do that." Brian assured.
"We'll see." Shira growled turning his words against him. Racing back to the firing line, Shira quickly drew back the string on her crossbow. Shira groaned, as she loaded a bolt. What had Ty gotten her into? The same thought that had accurred to her earlier flashed in to her mind. Was this all just some vicious joke, where Shira/Dustin would end up getting bonked by all the other players. The elf's arm draped over her shoulders, she hesitated feeling a stirring deep inside. The handsome elf might be a pleasant distraction, she pictured his naked torso in her mind feeling a sudden wetness between her thigh's.
"The arm." She said quitely.
"Oh sorry." Brian smiled pulling his lean muscluar arm down.
Slowly Shira turned and took aim......
((OOC: Help poor Shira/Dustin make up her mind what to do!)