Rebirth Height 12- Orb 1

[avenging_archer]

[An orb feed came to life revealing a rather skeptical looking Clint. He still had problems with the whole ‘magic ball’ concept but after having seen people make multiple announcements he figured he’d just finally give in and make one of his own.]

Uh, hi? The name’s Clint Barton. If all the crazy things people have been telling me is something to believe I figured I’d do my part to try and help people get ready for whatever crazy crap comes up. So I’m offering archery lessons to anyone who wants some pointers and lessons. Thing is, I’ve only got the one bow so if you can bring your own equipment, I’d really appreciate it. Or maybe point me towards someone who has some cheap equipment for sale, that’d be great. I’m also willin’ to help people out with other kinds of projectile throwin’ like knives and the like.

[He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled wrly.] Ain’t gonna charge for the lessons too so don’t feel shy about coming around. I’ll be hostin’ them on the north road outside the city so there’s less a chance of anyone accidentally getting shot in the ass. That’s about it, ya’ll have a good day and I hope to see some of ya’ll there.

[With one final smile down at the ‘screen’, the blond archer ended the feed by letting go of the orb.]

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[avenging_archer]

It was his turn for a brow to tick upwards. He could appreciate her directness however and smiled. Turning to indicate the straw target he'd set up over a hundred yards away, Hawkeye nocked an arrow and pulled it taut. Taking a moment to center himself, he smoothly released the arrow and it arched gracefully in the air before landing dead center of the target where he'd painted a bullseye.

Clint repeated the process again with another arrow but this one split the first down the shaft. "Enough showing off? I hate wastin' arrows. But if you need me to keep proving myself I can." He assured her, shooting a cocky grin Sif's way.

[brosif]

...very well, then. Sif grinned broadly, clapping a hand on his back. She wasn’t at her full strength, so Clint didn’t have to worry about injuries.

“I confess, I suspected that your skills were rooted in boast only. I find your demonstration satisfactory.”

Which was the Asgardian way to say “good job, Clint!”

[avenging_archer]

Still, he was thrown off balance just a little thanks to that surprisingly strong thump against his shoulder. Holy crap, were all Asgardians this insanely strong?

"Pfft, there are plenty of things I might boast about, Sif, but my skills ain't one of 'em."

[brosif]

Essentially, yes. It came with the Asgardian territory: insanely strong, a great metabolism, terrible anger management skills.

"And what is it that you do brag about?"

Stepping back, she readied her own bow. It was mechanical -- she knew the motions, like any warrior should. But she did not feel an intrinsic connection to the weapon, like she did her own sword or staff.

[avenging_archer]

Clint feigned an innocent expression. "Noting that bears repeating around a lady. Especially one who could bend my limbs into uncomfortable angles."

Despite his jesting words, Clint's eyes were watchful and intent as he watched the dark haired woman ready herself to take the shot.

"Okay, first off, loosen your grip a little bit. It needs to flow naturally as though it's an extension of your own arm." He coached gently. "May I?" There was no way he was going to touch her without her permission. After hearing some of Thor's tales about Sif, he didn't want to end up on this woman's bad side.

[brosif]

“Archery is not natural to me. On Asgard, such things have their place – but we don’t find glory in them.”

It was better to kill up close. To meet your opponent openly. But Sif, more practical than some Aesir, amended: “Of course, if you can’t get to your opponent, it renders that all a bit moot.”

She nodded, softening her stance. “Please.”