Actually, no, he shouldn’t be optimistic about this activity. He was not a centaur, and his archery skill isn’t that good. If it were a skateboarding obstacle, then he was sure to ace it.

Carefully walking-slash-strutting sideways, and with much difficulty, Ethan eyed his fourth target, not feeling pressured or anything, and prepared himself to be disappointed. He just knew that he won’t get to keep his lovely bow, even as a souvenir. Centaurs aren’t so sentimental, are they? They’re too proud to show such emotions...like his own father, so he totally gets their kind.

Drawing his bow and arrow, Ethan stood still, with his four legs apart, and aimed his arrow carefully.

*Swooosh THUD*

Oh hell no. That’s the kind of miss that he didn’t want to see! He’d rather miss the target entirely than be teased by an almost bull’s eye shot.

Thank Merlin he’s not a centaur. He’d probably cry if he were right now.