Sova took out an arrow, casually flipping the arrow through your fingers as you look at the various targets in the range. He set the arrow into his bow, his hand steady as he quickly draws his bow and shoots the arrow. The arrow landed perfectly into the target, pulling out more arrows and using them in a quick motion. One by one, each target was hit perfectly. Sova stopped and smirked, looking over at what he just did. Still, there was a little part of him that almost convinced him that it wasn't enough, he needed to be better even though he was already the greatest. "Again, now's the not time for a break." He spoke to himself quietly, his Russian accent strong. Again, he readies himself, drawing back his bow and letting go.