[You're not the only one getting the hang of your weapon, Jack. Equius certainly is since his bow has broken enough times to get to the point where it no longer snaps. Though his aim is a little off, so just dismiss that the arrow shooting at you whizzes past your stomach instead of your face, and hits the wall past you.]
[From down the hall, standing infront of the open door of his dark room, is Equius, a hand moving to push his shades up with his mid finger. The troll is doing his best to not get giddy like he usually is whenever he successfully shoots an arrow-- though the string sometimes snaps still... that'll work itself out he hopes.]
I am going to assume you mistook this as your own home and with that give you a farewell to accompany my warning shot.
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[From down the hall, standing infront of the open door of his dark room, is Equius, a hand moving to push his shades up with his mid finger. The troll is doing his best to not get giddy like he usually is whenever he successfully shoots an arrow-- though the string sometimes snaps still... that'll work itself out he hopes.]
I am going to assume you mistook this as your own home and with that give you a farewell to accompany my warning shot.
Now get out.