"I bloody hate Cylus," Vega grumbled, grabbing her bow and making her way out to the practice field. "I mean, it might as well be th'middle o'the night an' all. An' it's the stupid fault o'my stupid sperm-makin' idiot." She refused ~ point blank ~ to call Faldrun her father. He wasn't. She knew who her father was and that was that. It wasn't flame-head mcnumpty, of that she was sure. So. Vega wandered over and she looked at the "practice area". Multicoloured eyes narrowed and she shook her head. "Well, that's jus' rubbish, innit?" she said, casually. "What're they?" The things she pointed to were, of course, the targets at the end of long ranges. Vega turned to Bill and she listened to his answer. "They're what you aim into in order to practice your bow." He said it like he meant it and Vega shook her head. "Right. 'cos people what yer shootin' at, they stand still an' remain far away. Handy that." Vega shook her head. "We're not trainin' if we're shootin' at standin-still targets. We're practicin' aim, not speed. Right. So. This is what we're gonna do." Vega looked at Bill and she smiled.
"One o'us is gonna grab that there target an' run t'ward the other. But, as we do, we're gonna try an' not get hurt," Bill looked at her and shook his head. "Do you have any idea how much that weighs, Vega?" She looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, I do. Enough to be difficult to carry, so it'll be good trainin' for the one carryin' it an' the one shootin'." Bill grimaced and nodded. He couldn't argue, it just sounded like she was being demanding. She was, of course. Vega knew it, didn't care, and would have done more if she could have gotten away with it.
"Right, then. So, you wanna shoot, or you wanna dodge bein' shot?" She asked and she snorted with laughter when he replied "I wand to persuade you to let me hit the target over there. But since not, I'll shoot, you dodge." Vega nodded. "That's a'right. This is fun! What're you whingin' about you great big dweeb?" She punched him, companionably, and he stumbled. "Stop bein' such a wussie. I'm on it." She made her way down the range, and then she hoisted the target in front of her.
"Alrigh', make sure yer usin' practice arrows, an' give it yer best shot!" Vega said and then, she roared her best battle cry before running. She ducked and dodged and weaved out of the way, turning sideways so he actually couldn't physically shoot the target. "How am I supposed to shoot it now?!" Bill asked and Vega let out a laugh. "Maybe it's not jus' me what has to move, you idjit!"
And, should anyone wish to join them, there were two of them practicing in a rather unorthodox manner. It seemed to be what Vega Lei'nox did best.