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Entry tags:	1st person, ic post, tm topic

32: What is Your Weapon of Choice? (267 words)
Even though I was never really into that whole fighting “witches” and killing “monsters” and robbing decent folk of their money…thing…there were a couple things about it that I liked. One of them was that crossbow.

There was no question Will always wanted to be the real “hero” in our little duo, in fact he never even had to say it. When he got off on one of his bullshitting sessions, he was twice as fond of pretending as he’d ever accused me of being. That, by default, gave him the sword. The up-close-and-personal, rushing-in-and-hacking-away-at-things weapon. I, as second-in-command, got as my main offense the ranged weapons: slings, and the crossbow.

I liked it from the first time I practiced, the first shot I fired. Even while I doubted the motives behind learning the skill, I had to admire the mechanics of the object, the precision of it. I quite fancied the idea of honing my abilities such that I could miss deliberately, or hit a specific point on-target. So I did. When Will and I weren’t working, and I wasn’t writing, I was out in the nearest field practicing: on trees, mostly. I’d try to find really skinny ones and hit them dead-center in the trunk.

During the adventure in Marbaden I couldn’t help thinking for half a second that all this was some kind of crazy arboreal revenge for their fallen brethren.

But, yes. That would have to be the weapon I’d choose, if I had to choose one. Even if for no other reason than it’s rather a neat little piece of machinery.