Three bullsyes. Three, blind, consecutive, rapid fire bullsyes. That's all Damion wanted. He closed his eyes, pulled back the string and...
Thwip! Thunk!
Thwip! Thunk!
Thwip! Thunk!
He opened his eyes and, hoping, practically praying that he had finally made the shot.
"Dang it!" He shouted "So close!"
He had gotten two of the three shots. Unsatisfied, he pulled back his bowstring to try again.
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