Battler half-stumbled after Heather while she lead him to what seemed like a private training ground. Out of habit, he started repressing his flames again, since he didn't need much focus to simply follow her lead. When they arrived, she gave him a brief run-down of what was gonna happen and showed him a bow that was lying on a table. It didn't have the multipurpose practicality that had made Battler originally choose his weapon, but, as a bow, it was more advanced than the one he'd been using.<br/><br/>Ms. Paulson offered the bow to him and he accepted it carefully. Lifting it up into position, he spun to face a target and pulled back on the drawstring--without having any arrows notched. This bow was "heavier" than the last. The weapon itself weighed maybe two pounds, but pulling the drawstring felt like nearly thirty. Under the strain, he felt his muscles start to work, and he felt a new appreciation for archers. Everyone knew things like swords and axes took strength, but most thought of a bow as a primitive gun. But simply by standing there like that, he was using just about every muscle in his body to keep his stance balanced and steady. Letting out a slow breath, Battler gradually relaxed the drawstring and turned to face his teacher. Realizing he didn't really have anything to say, he offered a small "thank you" smile and returned to the weapon's table. He grabbed a wrist brace and strapped it on. Getting thrashed with the other bow wouldn't have been a big deal, but this one could seriously hurt him if he didn't follow a few safety rules.<br/><br/>He took a few test fires with the new bow, letting his flames rage as Ms. Paulson had allowed. Feeling a little awkward, he struck up a small conversation while he fired. "You kinda strike me as a delinquent," he confessed. "Not a bad person, but someone who doesn't like to follow other people's rules." He nailed a fourth bull's eye and gave his burning shoulders a minute to relax. "Who was that guy you went off to talk to a while ago? The one in white?"