and then I passed out in the snow

[motherfucking_ghost]

WHO: Church, the poor sobs trying to train or are nearby
WHAT: Someone got a crossbow at the suggestion of some spirit inhabiting a boy. It's got a trigger! See this for basically the gist.
WHEN: tbh a couple of afternoons in late Wintermarch. "today" mostly
WHERE: Training grounds (for bows, not the swordy part)
NOTES: There can be arrows to the knees injuries of the bow type if you'd really like, though it would be through hilarious and dangerous accident

Crossbows. Yeah, that sounded up his alley, the closest thing to a gun. He'd have to thank whatshisface. Cole. Yeah. Thank that tall squirrely kid. Church picked a basic, simple version from the armorer, a couple of bolts, and headed down to the training grounds where all those people practice with their weapons in safe-ish environments.

Okay, now, granted he should probably have told someone. Someone more in charge, maybe. But what's the point if you can't come down and train whenever you want? Huh? Obviously not everyone needs some teacher looming over their shoulder. He misses having a sight, though. Misses his rifle. Misses...a lot of things.

The shitty thing about missing targets though is that, well, bolts are kind of a finite resource. So are bullets, but he doesn't usually have to go hunting for them after. They end up...places. Places where bolts should not generally land, when one is hitting a target. No matter how he adjusts his stance, his sighting, his...literally anything, he never hits the goddamn target. If anyone watches him, there is not a single time a bolt hits at anything he's pointing at/aiming for. They sure end up in walls, and trees, and other targets somehow that aren't the one he's aiming at.

Someone maybe should stop him before he breaks his weapon or hurts someone.