I nodded. Still, I still can not get used to that this thing is not fun and the game but a serious weapon.
From classes I was thrilled, warned that I would come to training every morning. Shoulder ached, I almost did not get to the target, but the pleasure is incomparable.
Dmitry shooted if he is in the military or in war and his slip will lead defeated the entire army. He worried if he does not hit the mark, and flight of arrows past the target – the tragedy of the century.
Andrew: – You're good for a beginner- praised by his coach. – Done this before?
Dmitriy: – From crossbow is not exactly, but I hunt frequently. Ducks, grouse.
Andrew: – Well I will be glad to see you again
Chapter 12.
Music blared loudly unusual for this place, and the bus is surprisingly almost no empty seats. Margo, as always late, and we were waiting for her at the door of public transport. The driver was not nervous, as it usually happens when a tourist on a trip late, smoked and did not even look in our direction.
We were not too prepared , in our hands is not observed the mushroom baskets or packages, backpacks behind.
Margo ran up the path and unlike us on her head a cap, jacket on shoulders, behind a small backpack.
Margarita: – Did you take a knife ? – she shouted, catching her breath, stopped beside us.
Dmitriy: – No, we do prefer crossbows now, remember? – joked Dmitry
Anna: – Climb on the bus, we leave – we hastened
Margarita: We passed on the last places to sit. Margo took off cap, pulled back in a backpack and prepared the camera.
– What, you're not prepared! – she said, where are your sandwiches, blanket to spread out a picnic? You seem to have gone to inspect the Coliseum, not in the woods.
Dmitriy: – We'll borrow it all from you – he pushed her shoulder lightly.
Margarita: Uplifting music, people that talked, create a sense of the holiday. The only thing that slightly spoiled the impression – I was seasick, and this transport speed is poor.
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