Nock the arrow, draw back the string, hold for half a second... release. Thwack. Even as the shaft sped towards the target Karen's free hand was on its way back up to her quiver to withdraw the next arrow. Four shots released so far, all of them within centimetres of the exact center of her target. There would be more of them, but the doc had suggested that she take a slower approach this time.
Before she could nock the next arrow, Doc Holt's voice came in over the stand's speaker. "Impressive, Karen. Very impressive. Although... I have another suggestion, if you're willing to hear it." Karen groaned inwardly. He was always trying to get her to do things a little differently. She'd learned that it was easier to just go with it than to argue over what was often a small thing. Giving a small sigh of annoyance at being interrupted, she pressed the button on the intercom unit and answered, "What'd you have in mind, doc?"
"Make your next shot while your feet are off the floor."
"What do you mean?" Karen knew perfectly well what he meant, but she wasn't about to go with this one. She didn't want to do it. It was entirely possible, of course; she would likely land a decent shot as usual, and she'd had a good portion of her clothing adjusted to compensate for her anatomical difference. But this was pushing her a bit too far.
"You know exactly what I mean, Karen. Take to the air for your next arrow."
"Sorry, doc, that's not gonna happen," she answered. "I prefer to have a stable footing when practising." That was the polite way to word her reasoning.
"Karen, why are you so reluctant to try this? Just once -" Doc Holt was interrupted by another voice coming through the range's speakers. The voice was that of the woman who usually read out the announcements and such.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a PRACC emergency broadcast. Please remain calm. Follow these instructions while PRACC guards are on their way to escort you back to your homes until further notice. Lock all doors and remain stationary. If you are in public, head to the nearest building and remain. If possible please go directly to the hall, located across from the park. This is not a drill. Failure to comply with authority during this time will lead to serious repercussion."
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Karen groaned, extremely annoyed now. She was of the mind that if the PRACC could find these people, they could at least keep the more dangerous ones under control. For now, she returned her arrow to its quiver and set her bow down in case she was recognised as a threat. Karen was pissed at being confined to the facility, but she wasn't stupid enough to be found holding a potentially lethal weapon in the event of a lockdown.
Before she could nock the next arrow, Doc Holt's voice came in over the stand's speaker. "Impressive, Karen. Very impressive. Although... I have another suggestion, if you're willing to hear it." Karen groaned inwardly. He was always trying to get her to do things a little differently. She'd learned that it was easier to just go with it than to argue over what was often a small thing. Giving a small sigh of annoyance at being interrupted, she pressed the button on the intercom unit and answered, "What'd you have in mind, doc?"
"Make your next shot while your feet are off the floor."
"What do you mean?" Karen knew perfectly well what he meant, but she wasn't about to go with this one. She didn't want to do it. It was entirely possible, of course; she would likely land a decent shot as usual, and she'd had a good portion of her clothing adjusted to compensate for her anatomical difference. But this was pushing her a bit too far.
"You know exactly what I mean, Karen. Take to the air for your next arrow."
"Sorry, doc, that's not gonna happen," she answered. "I prefer to have a stable footing when practising." That was the polite way to word her reasoning.
"Karen, why are you so reluctant to try this? Just once -" Doc Holt was interrupted by another voice coming through the range's speakers. The voice was that of the woman who usually read out the announcements and such.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a PRACC emergency broadcast. Please remain calm. Follow these instructions while PRACC guards are on their way to escort you back to your homes until further notice. Lock all doors and remain stationary. If you are in public, head to the nearest building and remain. If possible please go directly to the hall, located across from the park. This is not a drill. Failure to comply with authority during this time will lead to serious repercussion."
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Karen groaned, extremely annoyed now. She was of the mind that if the PRACC could find these people, they could at least keep the more dangerous ones under control. For now, she returned her arrow to its quiver and set her bow down in case she was recognised as a threat. Karen was pissed at being confined to the facility, but she wasn't stupid enough to be found holding a potentially lethal weapon in the event of a lockdown.