[B]Natalie Hawkins[/B] - [i]A Challenge Delivered![/i]

[Center][b]Location[/b]: The Tower-->The Practice Range
[B]Interacting With[/b]: Maggie Hartford [@ smarty0114] & Any other Campers who would like to follow.[/center]

Having her prospective student distracted Natalie from the ongoing drama to reach the peak of the tower, diverting the entirety ofnher focus on Maggie to start. She spoke of her achievements, her pride at beating out those who were inherently talented in such an art.

It was a feeling she could relate to. For she was without the blood of any God in her veins, at least as far as she knew. All that she had done, all that she had accomplished, had been achieved through determination, blood, sweat, and tears.

Yet such words seemed to be laced with a hint of arrogance, as she requested that her new instructor give her a challenge to strive for. Staring off for a moment, the Maiden's lips curved into a radiant smile as she first looked back to Maggie, and then to the crowds that were beginning to disperse from the tower.

Time was ripe for her introduction to the camp, and even to begin her first class.

With a final glance to Maggie, Natalie spoke simply. [B]"A challlenge wished for shall be a challenge delivered. Please, follow me in a moment."[/B] 

Turning about then, the Maiden strode into midst of the crowd, garnering a variety of suspicous glares. Even still, she remained steadfast, cleared her throat loudly to catch the ears of some, and then spoke loudly with her beautifully melodic voice for the others.

[B]"Congratulations to the winner, and good morning everyone!"[/b] She stated with the rich Irish accent she possessed curling around every syllable. [B]"I am sure that this will come as surprise, but my name is Natalie Hawkins, one of the eldest Maidens of the Hunt; and I am your newest Archery Instructor. If any of you are interested in further honing your skills in such a discipline, please come with me to the range."[/b]

With a flick of her recurve bow, the fiery headed girl turned on her heel and sauntered away towards the range. Glancing once to Maggie as if to tell the child of Hermes to follow her.

Several minutes passed before the Huntress and a gaggle of students both curious and suspicious emerged to stand at the firing line of the range. It was then that Natalie reached behind her back and withdrew a series of ten arrows from the quiver which hung ar her waist. Without a word further, the Maiden stuck the arrows in a row in front of her, before turning back to the crowd.

[B]"The first lesson of today is to gain a measure of what you are individually capable of, prove to each of you that I am a capable instructor, and challenge each of you to a specific goal."[/B] Natalie stated at first, twirling an arrow betwixt her fingertips nonchalantly while she looked over the crowd.

[B]"Currently, the most skilled of marksmen in your camp can reliably hit a target at about three hundred meters."[/B] The the maiden quipped at first, tossing the arrow she was twirling into the air. [B]"Be that as it may, I intend to double your effective range to seven hundred meters. I have set six targets at that range, which, if you strain to see them, you can do so, but only barely."[/B]

With a snap, the Huntress deftly snatched the arrow out the air, and notched it to her bow in the blink of an eye. Before the eyes of a practiced soul, it would be the purest form of art as it were drawn to her ear, and released unto the heavens with a resounding singsong [i]twang[/i].

Several seconds would pass, until the most attuned ears would barely be able to hear the dull thud of the arrow finding its mark in the incredibly far distance.

[B]"For regular students, that is the goal. One arrow, on target, at seven hundred meters. However, for exceptional students, I present to you an additional challenge. Step back if you will."[/B]

Approaching the row of arrows then, the Maiden would move with blindingly swift procession. Throwing each of the ten arrows into the air, and one by one, she would catch it, notch it to the bow once again and fire it. Whistling through diatance, each first arrow would pierce the bullseye of each of five targets, only to have their bretheren come up behind them, split them in two, and take their place.

Ten arrows, ten perfectly flawless bullseyes at a seemingly impossible range, with fluidity and lack of hesitation that was unimaginable, on five targets.

As if such skill were simply an everyday ordeal, the Huntress returned her bow to her back, and refocused her gaze back upon the class. Some of which, even the arrogant children of Apollo, were staring on in slack jawed disbelief!

Seeming almost apathetic to her incredible feat, Natalie continued then. [B]"Exceptional stidents, of you can accomplish such, in the rate of fire I used in the exact same manner, [i]without[/i] the use of Godly gifts, and you will no longer require my tutelage. For now, grab a bow, fifteen arrows each, and let us begin."[/B]

(Finished!)