<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Proudstar.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James Proudstar/ Warpath<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stretch of open ground away from the mansion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 9th- Around 6pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>James is practicing his archery along with some knife throwing<br/><hr/><br/>The sunlight approached the time to where it departed for the day and yet a figure moved away from the mansion. Most students would be off doing other things and James liked to know no one would be in the way. A one time member of the Brotherhood and graduate of the Academy, James Proudstar towered over the students at the school. The Apache warrior had new things to think about as he really had no direction besides being part of the X-Men. He could teach, but what subject could he even think about passing on to the others at the school?<br/><br/>For James, American History was something very different then what was taught here, as he had his differences with the material. Math wasn't his thing and English? Blah... He was no artist or even musically inclined, but he could fight with the best of them. James was a physical person, but wasn't there already a PE teacher? Besides not many would probably be interested in learning Apache Combat... What else was there besides something to do with nature?<br/><br/>With a small sigh, James turned his attention to the objects scattered across the ground to the east. The last time he held a bow was before his fight with the Demon Bear in his tribal lands. He still remembered everything, but it was the practice that was relaxing to him... Warpath moved about as he sat up various targets between 30 to 40 yards out from where a simple recurve bow leaned against a folding table. The last two targets however went into different spots... The first at 20 yards and the last a simple 10 yards away...<br/><br/>He went back to the folding table the moccasins on his feet made no sounds and the twin Vibranium knives sheathed behind on his belt just right over his glutes. The only clothing that adorned his body would be the moccasins along with tighter fitting jeans. The belt going through the belt loops had a round buckle with the X-Men's simple X, other then that and a pair or maroon boxer briefs he wore nothing else. James lifted the quiver and made a quick count of the arrows before it was also slung over his shoulders. Last he moved to pick up the recurve bow.<br/><br/>James moved to turn towards the targets as fingers ran up the bowstring to hang a pair of eagle feathers upon the tip of the bow. He moved a hand and drew a single arrow from the quiver, before it was nocked onto the string. Slowly he drew back, as his heightened hearing picked up on the sounds that came from the stress in the bow. Then James stopped his bronze upper body framed in what light there was before his fingers opened and let the arrow fly. He didn't wait to see where the arrow hit on the target as his hand drew another arrow from the quiver to fire. So it went until all the targets were peppered with arrows and the quiver hung empty...<br/><br/>His last moves were to drop the bow as both hands moved behind his back to draw out the knives. His right hand pumps once sending the first blade towards the 10 yard target and then comes the left hand sending the second blade towards the 20 yarder... The whole process took about a minute...