He flinches as each and every arrow strikes the target, trembling quietly. Gracis jumps as the last one she fires buries itself at his feet with a hiss, the shaft quivering in front of him, head buried deep in the ground. His eyes widen and he plucks it out of the ground carefully.<br/><br/>The arrows are gathered carefully in a bundle, save for the one that broke on the target. He brings back the bundle in both hands, keeping his head down. "You are an excellent shot Calliope. Are you as skilled on horseback?" It sounds like a sincere question, and there is a bit of admiration in his voice.