Despite feeling that Sharphorn may have been a bit too enthusiastic about everything, which was a little overwhelming for her personally, Runa nodded along and followed him over to the ranged targets, releasing her bow from her back and pulling an arrow from her quiver. Standing at the maximum distance of sixty feet from the target that her bow would be able to reach accurately, Runa knocked her first arrow and pulled back, focusing on the target and willing her body to settle. Once the natural movement of the body was minimized and the bow was on target, she let loose, the arrow flying to strike the target a little above the heart. The second arrow she shot flew truer than the first and lodged itself in the top part of the heart. The third, and final, arrow that she shot landed next to the second. "How was that, Sharphorn?" she asked, returning her bow to its place on her back.