Training & rest
‘’OW! For f**k's sake, that hurts!" Jake growled after being hit by yet another arrow.
"Jake, are you sure about this?" Casper asked, genuinely wondering if Jake was actually a masochist. He had been shooting padded arrows—which used dulled arrowheads wrapped in cloth—at Jake for nearly three hours already. The cloth had come from Jake’s own jacket, which he had been wearing under his cloak this entire time.
"Yeah, just give me a second," Jake said, getting ready once again. He had wrapped the torn sleeve of his jacket around his eyes, acting as a blindfold.
"Are you really sure this is doing anything? Well, I guess it’s good target practice for me, but…" Casper mumbled the last part.
Jake’s plan was rather straightforward. He would have Casper shoot arrows at him whil
