Weapon: Longbow
Damage Type: Ranged
Damage Effect: + 3% Called Shot Chance
Modifiers: +2 Accuracy, -10% Damage
Augments: None
Defensive Technique
Strategist
Damage Type: Ranged
Damage Effect: + 3% Called Shot Chance
Modifiers: +2 Accuracy, -10% Damage
Augments: None
Defensive Technique
“You move too slowly!” A piece of tanned animal flesh snapped towards Kisho, who anxiously sidestepped, somewhat confused. His mother was the most impatient human he knew. Frequently she would lash out him for the most trivial things; such as not addressing her properly, touching thing he was supposed too, or mishandling eggs (often which would just lead to him dropping and breaking them, which meant more lashes).
“Hey, hey, I’m carrying water! You’ll yell if I spill! Why are trying to hit me?!”, he shouted back, gingerly making his way from the well to the house. There was a short distance left and he had not yet spilled any, but her random lashings were frustrating his efforts. He quickened his pace.
Another swipe sought his feet, causing Kisho to leap into the air. ‘That was close,’ he thought as he floated up. ‘She definitely would have made me start over. ‘ He heard her voice once again as he landed.
“Too fast, you’ll spill!”
Kisho sighed, agitation lacing his breath. Before he could finish exhaling, the piece of flesh slammed against his temple and his brain sighed, his soul temporarily leaving his body. To his dismay a wave of water revived him. Water from the bucket he was carrying.
“You spilled, start over!” his mother yelled.
‘Dammit!'
“Hey, hey, I’m carrying water! You’ll yell if I spill! Why are trying to hit me?!”, he shouted back, gingerly making his way from the well to the house. There was a short distance left and he had not yet spilled any, but her random lashings were frustrating his efforts. He quickened his pace.
Another swipe sought his feet, causing Kisho to leap into the air. ‘That was close,’ he thought as he floated up. ‘She definitely would have made me start over. ‘ He heard her voice once again as he landed.
“Too fast, you’ll spill!”
Kisho sighed, agitation lacing his breath. Before he could finish exhaling, the piece of flesh slammed against his temple and his brain sighed, his soul temporarily leaving his body. To his dismay a wave of water revived him. Water from the bucket he was carrying.
“You spilled, start over!” his mother yelled.
‘Dammit!'
Strategist
“Stop here,” his father said kneeling next to a fallen branch. “Look.” He pointed to a seemingly infinite line of ants. They marched to an unknown destination, to an unknown beat, never breaking rank.
Kisho observed them closely for a minute while his father remained speechless. Kisho knew his father had paused for effect only and that the silence would not last. These hiking trips frequently turned into lectures. He was an ardent believer in nature as the ultimate teacher; she was omnipotent and omniscient. Finally his father spoke.
“Go to the ant, thou sluggard –“
“Hey now, I don’t think I’m a sluggard,” he began, but the sharp sting of his mother’s whip interrupted him. He swung his around in either direction, overcome with disbelief. ‘She's no where near us!' Horror flung his mouth open and and his jaw hung while his father continued.
“Consider its ways and be wise: Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provides her meat in the summer and gathers her food in the harvest “ As he spoke he shuffled and followed their line from his squatting position. “As do we. Do not waste your on meaningless things. Always prepare yourself for the present and future. “ He stood up and gestured towards Kisho. “Come along now. Let's see where they’re headed.”
By now Kisho’s mouth was closed and he was intently listening to his father. Ants were quite amazing. For the rest of the day they crawled through his mind, making a nest of his brain.
Kisho observed them closely for a minute while his father remained speechless. Kisho knew his father had paused for effect only and that the silence would not last. These hiking trips frequently turned into lectures. He was an ardent believer in nature as the ultimate teacher; she was omnipotent and omniscient. Finally his father spoke.
“Go to the ant, thou sluggard –“
“Hey now, I don’t think I’m a sluggard,” he began, but the sharp sting of his mother’s whip interrupted him. He swung his around in either direction, overcome with disbelief. ‘She's no where near us!' Horror flung his mouth open and and his jaw hung while his father continued.
“Consider its ways and be wise: Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provides her meat in the summer and gathers her food in the harvest “ As he spoke he shuffled and followed their line from his squatting position. “As do we. Do not waste your on meaningless things. Always prepare yourself for the present and future. “ He stood up and gestured towards Kisho. “Come along now. Let's see where they’re headed.”
By now Kisho’s mouth was closed and he was intently listening to his father. Ants were quite amazing. For the rest of the day they crawled through his mind, making a nest of his brain.
I'm not sure if I post them here though. )