Xoven-South of Mecanizada

Xoven's foot pressed a little harder on the gas pedal as he drove his 'very fine machine' over small rocks and short grasses, still going south. [i]At least the weather looks nice enough.[/i] he thought to himself as he looked to the calm blue sky above with only a slight breeze to stir his hair. His machine did make a fair bit of noise though, which had its downsides and upsides. The upside was all animals got out of the way before he even came close to him and so there was no roadkill to worry about. The downside was that somebody could hear him coming from a fairly large distance away. 

He hummed to himself to keep from boredom taking over. A few long driving hours later, he decided to park next to a few trees. Leaving the engine running, because it wouldn't be long before he hit the road again. He only wanted to practice a little, as he took out his crossbow, loaded it and aimed it at the nearest tree's decaying bark. He had a target in his mind as he shot the crossbow bolt. It launched from a good thirty feet away, right where he wanted to, having the bolt sunk three quarters of the way into the bark. Nodding happily to himself, he wondered if anyone was as good as he at marksmanship.