See thing. Hit thing. Hard.
It was the same with the spear. I could throw one of those a good distance, and stab with it. But shooting a bow? I snapped the bowstring against my forearm more often than not. I was glad to put the bow down at the end of each session.
Carl, on the other hand, seemed to really love the sword. One blade in particular, lighter than the broadswords I'd tried to use, appealed to him. In our sparring sessions, he literally danced circles around me, flicking me with that thing twice for each swing I tried to take at him.
Vinnie had trouble with the melee weapons, but he took to the bow naturally. By day five, he was hitting the target fairly consistently.
He had a lot less luck hitting on Kimberly, though. Vinnie tried his best, using all the good lines
