Maxwell watched silently, letting Kirk move through the paces until the last arrow was fired. Then he was quiet for a moment more as he considered the next move.

"Better,"'he nodded. "I'd like it if they were a closer together, but I think we can safely say you're bit far to the left. How does your arm feel? Sore?"

If he was already tired, there was reason to continue, his arm would only deteriorate and he'd only loose confidence. There wasn't any rush here.