"This is the eighth time you missed." Oliver counted the target. August sighed sitting down on the ground panting hard. Harvesting energy was harder than he thought.
"I almost hit those two." August pointed out at the two half-burned boards.
Oliver sighed, still not exactly on target just touched by inches. Luck at most. By then Azrael came back and saw the progress and August sitting on the ground trying to catch his breath. Still weaker than she thought.
"Go rest for today." Azrael dismissed him, waving her hand.
"Nope. I want to try again." August got up from the ground, with determination in his voice.
Azrael smirked, sitting down on a chair, and gesturing to Oliver to bring her some wine for her. Oliver bowed and left while Azrael watched him. Seeing him dead set to hit the target makes her happy. He was interested in what she was told to do now.
