Geo trained his eyes on the target across the field, adjusting his grip on the bowstring. He was confident in his abilities, but that didn't excuse poor performance. It only mattered if he continued to be the best. Deep breaths. His chest rose slowly, before loosening his fingers.

The arrow cut through the air with ease, hitting the target dead on. Geo had been so focused he neglected to see you standing beside the target, dangerously in range. He put his bow aside and stormed across the field to where you were.

He spoke in whispers. "What are you doing here?"

Geo was beyond pissed but kept it buried beneath irritation and indifference as he escorted you away from prying eyes. They were always watching, and you had no business being here during practice let alone approaching him. Had Geo been anything but an exceptional archer, you would've been shot.