I start running for the main head guard now, the one who was endangering two of our fighters. I lay low and shuffle on my elbows. I was as low to the ground as I could get and I managed to get a good shooting point. The soil was dry under my fingers but I managed to dig some I strongholds to support my elbow and get up to a good position. The cross bow, although lightweight was different to carrying an archery bow. It was a bit awkward and made my stance almost awkward. The guards were close by now. I shot from the side and shot a guard right next to Peschek. "We don't make deals with the likes of people like you! Farvel!" (Idiot) I then swiftly swing and clamber my way down. "You know... I didn’t have to miss either.<br/>I spat at him. And then let my white hair whip behind me as I clutched the crossbow. I then squatted and inched closer silently behind the long grass and shot at the guard to Peschek's other side. I could aim with this thing perfectly now. It was different to archery but it wasn't like I had to entirely reopen the old drawing book. I swiftly moved from my place, knowing a bow would be sent that way soon. I mean it was obvious where the bow had come from. Probably archery's only weakness.<br/>I curse my white hair, I knew it would make me easier to spot but none of the guards seemed to be able to spot me at the moment. My legs killed as I squatted, disguising myself and constantly moving in the thick and long grass. The callouses on my feet hated the position no less but I had to bare it. I noticed I had significantly weakened because now that I'd been holding the crossbow for a while my arms were starting to ache where they once could've coped