Sixteen years ago
"Enough."
Penli huffed and fired one more arrow anyway-and yowled when the instructor cuffed him, leaving his ears ringing.
"What did I say?" Kure demanded.
"Enough," Penli grumbled.
"Unstring your bow and clean up. We're done for the day."
Several paces away, Tishasanti the Bastard opened his mouth to argue, but a look from their archery instructor had him snapping it shut.
Penli bit back his own complaints, even though it wasn't fair that he was making them quit practice before there was a winner. He'd almost had Tishi-Wishi. One more round and he'd have won!
Grumbling to himself, Penli unstrung his longbow and set it aside before he went to retrieve all his arrows, shoving them irritably into the quiver at his hip. When he was done, he retrieved his bow and he
