Somewhere in the room, too quietly for Emilie to hear, the simple round clock that hung on the wall ticked away the minutes she seemed to spend with her brow furrowed in concentration. Her eyes were trained on the center of a moving target. Emilie had gone over the exercise more times than she could count at this point, yet it still looked to her as if the dashing red circle on the center of her target mocked her after every arrow that missed its mark. This time though, she was much more tense, much more focused, or at least that’s what she told herself. The girl’s eyes narrowed - she wouldn’t miss. Emilie let silence stretch out unbroken, not even by a soft sigh or the most subtle intake of breath. Had anyone been with her in the room, it would appear to them that the girl was resting the fate of the world in that one arrow. For what it was worth to her, it might as well.
Her arm shook momentarily from the strain of pulling on the bowstring, but not enough that it ruined her shot. At the same time one more tiny bead of sweat ran down the side of her face, her fingers slipped swiftly from their grasp on the bowstring and the arrow to send the latter flying directly towards the target. Had she decided to release the arrow a small fraction of a second later, her shot would have been much different. However, Emilie was now staring at an arrow that was roughly a centimeter too far from its mark. The target had been moving to fast and there was no knowledge that could have made it any different. Emilie hated it - Emilie hated not being able to rely on her power. And thus, physical activities had become her second worst enemies. Resigned to the fact that she should probably call it a day - or rather a night -, she sighed and tossed her bow on the weapons table nearest to her. “Shit.”
William walked into the training area. When he noticed the other person in there he sighed, hoping it would be empty. He needed to train. His powers couldn’t count on pure electricity to win battles, the games had proved that.
Walking over by the girl, he avoided eye contact, taking the bow and arrows from the table and standing in position, Readying it, William took in a deep breath, trying to forget the girl was there. The first few shots he would use his powers, seeing how it affected the shots.
The electricity flowed through his arm, focus sharpening as he kept his eyes tight on the target. Letting out his breath, the arrow zipped to the dead center of the target with a thunder-like crack. This caused William to grin a bit, proud of his shot and resting his arms for a moment.