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Distraught didn't actually cut it. He felt personally victimised (by Regina George) at the fact they had just been let loose with a bow and arrow and not even taught how to properly use them. They were HUGE. Much bigger than Rooney had ever seen and he was 12 with no prior experience. He'd spent so much time and love making his bow only for him to be two targets away from having it BRUTALLY MURDERED. BRUTALLY. MURDERED. All because he wasn't born into the world of four legs and centaurism. Was that really such a bad thing?
He decided that he would use very little energy in the rest of this course, slowing to a very slow trot, careful not to let his legs buckle under the weight of betrayal, disappointment and tired. Working four legs was a lot more work than just two. He wanted to know why no one had actually just lay on the floor yet and stayed there.
Reaching the fourth target in the trail, he lifted his bow and arrow once more, drew back and let the arrow sOooOOOoOOooaAAARRRRR...
...right past the target and into a nearby tree. "SORRY!!!" To the tree, to any creatures that may be nearby. Whatever. Whatever, whatever, whatever. Why was he even still trying?
He hated this.
The humans were missing their targets left and right. As quiet as the group of them was now being, it amused a great many of them to see the humans try to hard at this with little success. One of the arrows from a smaller human dug into the tree next to one of the centaur's heads. He hadn't flinched once, but he did dislodge the arrow from the tree and drop hold it tightly in his grasp.
"Are they even trying to aim?" he asked softly.
"That one is young. Do not be too harsh..." the centaur at the head of the group replied just as calmly.
Were the young humans almost done? Would anymore of the rampant arrows nearly miss the centaurs as the humans kept attempting to shoot one right to the center of a target? The group mumbled to themselves, discussing the form of some of the students who did make bull's-eyes. There were a few humans who seemed to gain control of their hooves more quickly than others; this did not go unnoticed by the centaurs, either.
"Look how that one
trots-"
"And that one! He
tripped-"
But could the students hear them? The centaur at the head of the group merely watched in silence, waiting for Thereos to finish the ceremony exactly how he should.