Kirk bursts out laughing at that, pressing a hand to stomach when it begins to pain him. He shook his head, because even though he was not much of a rider (at all), even he knew sitting astride a crate and a moving animal were not the same. At all.

"That's probably the most creative way of saying 'that sounds like a personal problem to me' I think I've ever heard," he chortled. "Well, I wish you luck. Don't know if it'll help much, but I saw him fight when I first arrived through the rift. He's good, and shoots fast. I would focus on just taking your time and lining up the shot. Who knows - maybe a long wait between shots will knock him off his game a tiny bit."

Psychological games, you know. Sometimes they were more important than the actual physical aspect of the contest.