I needed to learn sometime {open for anyone}

POV: Ullr 'Al' Manning
It was just a normal day at the archery range. There were those who are bad at ranged combat, those who are moderate (including yours sincerely) and the Apollo children who make everyone look as good as buckets full of faeces.
I had finally gotten used to the camp's bows so I was far better than when I started here. They were so gosh darn heavy.
I started practising using bow and arrow. I only hit a target once, and it wasn't mine.

Suddenly a African-American - or whatever everyone calls them without being considered racist nowadays - stood on the spot next to me. I decided to practise kneeling while shooting instead of moving or else I might've hit him.
When I looked how he was doing I felt pretty good about myself, he was terrible.
He gave up on bow and arrow and started with throwing knifes. He was equally as good at it. He seemed to get fed up with it and started to throw more agressively, how that worked out? Well, all I could think was please don't hit me, please don't hit me, please don't hit me. 

Suddenly he hit the target, but the knife hit it with the grip instead of the blade and returned. I quickly ran to him and grabbed the knife whilst it was still imitating a boomerang to prevent a bloody mess.
"I know you're bad at throwing knifes, but that isn't a reason to commit suicide." I jokingly said.
"Al, son of Hermes. Pleasure to save ya."

As Jonathan introduced himself, he covered himself with armour by doing I don't know what with his backpack, which I actually hadn't noticed before. I was impressed by it, it was made out of pure gold, or a cheap look-a-like depending on how muched he was loved by his godly parent.
''And don't laugh its not like your amazing at it either." he said. Must've seen my beautiful running while attempting to shoot.
"Well, I'm secretely even better at archery than even the Apollo campers, I'm just pretending to be worse to prevent that everyone feels bad about themself." I replied. And like the mature person I am, I finished it with sticking out my tongue.

I got more serious and gave him a few tips. "You gotta be more relaxed, else you just shake and aiming will be harder. And you have to throw the knives like this, else they... well, I suppose you know that already."
"And who is your parent? Or haven't you been claimed yet?" I already knew the answer to the last question: no, else I would've seen him in the Hermes cabin; but it was too late to not ask it so I stopped worrying about it. However, I was quite curious who'd give a (probably) golden armour to their child. Apollo perhaps? No, Jonathan sucked too much at archery for that.

Jonathan had figured out that I was just a regular cocky bastard with witty humour. He told me he was a son of Ares and challenged me to a ranged duel. I accepted, but when it was too late I realised he had said " you can wear full armour.", that created a huge disadvantage for me since I had no armour.
But it was too late to pull back. Thankfully I was still a little better than him, yet I could only aim while standing still, but the shoots would be alright even if I only stood still for 2 seconds.
I promised myself that if it hurt, I wouldn't cry like a pussy, but continue fighting like the manly man that I was.
I collected some dull arrows and fetched me some practice knifes.
With the adreline flowing through me I was ready to start dueling and was getting pumped.

{{ Mind if I join on in? Later of course, I'm drop dead tired. }}

The duel had begun, we were circling eachother. The first one to hit was Jonathan, he hit my arm.
''Bet you that hurt didn't it?" he immediately said afterwards. Actually it hurt much less than I expected.
"Ha, you wish." I think it wouldn't matter what we were fighting with, in the end it was just a battle of who could stay the cockiest for the longest time. We might as well have been throwing rubber ducks at eachother.
Then I stood still for two seconds and shot, *Plock* I hit his chest but his armour protected him very well, as I had feared. This meant that the only part I could effectively hit was his face, but I didn't think Chiron nor mr. D would appreciate it if I hit his eyes. I observed the area around us, there were no trees nearby; only grass, flowers, targets and other campers.

Shit, I was definitely going to lose this battle, no matter how you looked at it.
     I had no armour, and my weaponry was far too weak to go through his armour, and there was no way that I'd shoot in his face or I'd get into trouble. The only thing I could do is dodge every single attack, then it might've been a tie, or an eternal battle.
     ''Oh did you attack I didn't notice. You want to go again?" Great, Jonathan had noticed this as well and was mocking me with it. Something about that smirk on his face told me that he knew what he should do to win,
     My only considerable options were to surrender or to get defeated. Surrendering would show wisdom but perhaps it suggest I'm a coward, getting defeated would show that I was brave, but that I may be unwise.

I decided to choose for bravery and that I'd continue fighting to the bitter end.
     I grabbed and threw one of my throwing knifes and tried to hit the bullet emblem, I didn't know if another demigod could activate your magical item. But at the moment it was the only thing that I could think of.

The good thing was: It hit the emblem and the armour turned back into the rucksack.
The bad thing was: Jonathan's throwing knife decided to say hello and hit my right shoulder. The injury wasn't severe but I couldn't continue fighting anymore. The bow was too heavy to lift and I had only practised throwing knifes with my right arm. The chance of hitting him with one that was thrown by my left arm was microscopic small.

"I give up, gg." Look I'm so cool, I know internet slang. Thanks brain, very nice statement of you. Very friendly. "If we had fought without armour, I would've beaten your ass though." I said jokingly. "Do you think it's a little odd as well that when you're dueling nobody cares?" I said as I looked at the other campers who were still in their original spots.

Nirvana's Point of View

Archery was never my dealio. Ya' know? Like, I got shaky hands like nobodies business. Still, I found myself shuffling over to the area. It wouldn't hurt to scope out the place at least. Actually doing physical activity? The likelihood of me doing labor was second to none. Besides, why try to be physical when I can practice mental stuff? Like math- Immediately, I killed off the thought and shuddered. Math. My worst enemy.