It looks like he won’t be earning his bow this time. His fourth target was a miss, and even if hit the last target in the center, it won’t be enough for him to take home his bow. Such a waste of good wood if you ask him, but he guessed, Centaurs aren’t bothered by this fact. What mattered more was their worthiness to carry such elegant weapon.

Again, thank Merlin he wasn’t a Centaur. He’d put his whole family in shame if ever.

Slowly but surely, he moved to his next target almost stumbling. After four targets, he sort of, forgot he’s got four legs to work with. Sighing, he got his bow and last blunt arrow from his satchel, and aimed at his last and final target. 3...2...1...

*Swooosh THUD*

Another miss. But nope, it didn’t matter to him anymore. Ethan turned back to his starting point and gave the satchel to the next student.

Can someone now transform him back to his old self? He was done being a centaur.