Demetre stood up with his bow pulled an arrow from his quiver and shot the target he put on a tree, he hit next to the center. "Damn it..." he shot again, he hit next to the center a second time, he pulled another arrow refusing to give up, "Go!" he shouted when he let the arrow loose, it hit dead center. Demetre repeated this 10 times 8 arrows hitting the center 1 arrow missing completely and another splitting the first arrow he shot, he sat back down.<br/><br/>Demetre unsheathed his swords and felt for the notches on the bottom of the handle, which were all on his left sword "what are you for, what do you mean?" he whispered, finally giving up set up a small camp with a small fire to keep the bugs away.