Kwan won against the aspiring hunter with seventy-eight: seventy-two targets hit.
Kwan walked down the aisle of stones and walked past other participants as he saw Ned seating atop the stone pavement.
"Two hundred silver," Kwan said. Rotating his shoulder joints after a long aim. He sat next to Ned. "I can choose to stop now, but that would be a shame."
"Not bad with the bow," Ned said. His dusky blue eyes were gazing at the black-masked participant. He gazed too long, he knew something was off about Swift. His build was slim, his movements were forced, but, more focused than Kwan. Way more.
The first level ended up with less than a hundred participants passed. Ned assumed swift was on the top.
"Are you permitted to use magic during the game?" Ned asked. Piquing his curiosity.
