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In a wide field, right under a tree, a light brown hare was chewing grass, his whiskers twitched, and his long ears rose and fell together. Suddenly , an arrow flew out of nowhere next to the hare , almost hitting him.The frightened animal frantically darted around in a circle, jumping from side to side, until it disappeared into the forest.
- "Damn!" - the teenager with red hair moaned plaintively
- "You're just a master, Donny." - Lancelot said with a grin sitting on the grass
- "Shut up! I'm still a better shot than Percival! Donny exclaimed in extreme exasperation.- "You'd better help me!"
The knight of the apocalypse only yawned at this, ignoring the complaints of the interlocutor. Seeing that Lance was not going to help him, Donny continued to hunt, cursing Percival for the very idea of hunting. It so happened that everyone took part in it, and it turned into a competition. Donny didn't have time to blink, as everyone undressed and he was left alone with Lance. Not that he would be very upset, it's much better than being with Chion, but Lancelot was a big secret, and it's unknown what he had in mind.
Once again, the arrow flew past the animal and, without encountering an obstacle, disappeared into the forest. Frowning with displeasure, Donny decided to try again. Slowly pulling the bowstring, he prepared to shoot, but someone's hand fell on his shoulder.
-"You pull the bowstring by bending your arm at the elbow joint, but you do not use the back muscles."- Lancelot said this in a very calm tone, while Donny was slightly confused, but continued to listen carefully -" Because you waste your strength irrationally, you get tired quickly and you don't get an accurate shot. Control your stance and stretch the bowstring by turning your arm in the shoulder joint using the back muscles." -Having said that, Lance's hand was at the level of the other's shoulder to correct the position of the hand, which made Donny hold his breath from the unexpected touch.- "And now try to shoot that hare."
Donny carefully looked where Lancelot pointed and the lot of the hare crawling out of the hole. As he was told, he fired and greedily watches as the arrow pierced the hare.
- "I got it!" - Donny exclaimed joyfully, he is enveloped in indescribable happiness. Without thinking twice, he quickly ran to the shot hare.
Lance looked at it all with interest, a smile played on his lips and some pleasant feeling seized him, ignoring these feelings, he went to Donny, who was holding his prey to continue hunting.