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Mikhail, looking a little confused Thought I had a bow when he gave me one, makes sense that he'd want to keep his. asked Was wondering if I could have a bow I could keep? He asked, meekly. Then, possibly correcting himself, Is there someone who takes care of that sort of thing? Wouldn't want to steal from a brother or sister, now, would I?

J'Skar didn't look over to Mikhail when he asked his questions, intent on torturing the Thalmor and keeping his aim sharp. "You will have to talk to Brother Nazir about that," he told Mikhail. "This one has many bows, yes, but is very partial to them all, as some are much better in different situations. This particular bow is the one that was used before J'Skar asked Kud-Neeus to marry him, so it will not be leaving this one's arsenal. Now, go, you bother J'Skar." The last bit was obviously said in jest, as he kept smiling and had a joking tone about him.

Mikhail thought about the Thalmor, all the bloodshed, the white gold concordant. While it did cause peace to ensue before he was born, history, he figured was written by the victors. He didn't know what side he would have fought in the war, but by Sithis the Thalmor and their disregard for peoples right to worship... Then Mikhail thought about what J'skar said before, about the bow going a little to the right, the accounting of gravity, and no hesitation. So if I aim a bit up and to the left without hesitation I should get closer to my target. He didn't know why he thought the arrow got his bicep, Perhaps I looked away too soon... He then looked at the Thalmor's belly button aimed a bit up and to the left, and fired quickly, or at least quickly by his standards, hopefully hitting his bowels.

Mikhail's shot was much closer to his target than before, but still missed it by some inches, the arrow plunging into the Thalmor's stomach. This obviously was very agonizing to the elf, his writhing against his restraints causing the chains to rattle. Little spurts of bile started to fly out of the corners of the cloth in his mouth, and blood seeped out of the wound, as well as the last contents of the stomach that could get around the arrowhead. J'Skar just nodded and smiled, tail flicking up and down while looking at the wound.

"Much better," he said with a happy tone as he took his bow back once more. "Do not despair that you still didn't hit the target; like this one said, it takes much practice to aim so accurately. J'Skar didn't hit the first bird he aimed at, and still sometimes misses when it is far away." Obviously being playful, he just patted Mikhail on the top of the head. "Now go, you still have much to do in the sanctuary. If you have need to shed blood, this one suggests talking to Babette. She has contracts waiting, this one is very sure."

As the arrow hit the Altmer in his right bicep, Mikhail cursed himself at his lack of skill... Blood oozing a little, not gushing. It was right there... How did I miss that shot!? , Mikhail brooded. He then looked at the J'skar meekly, whispering If he wasn't chained up, I'd be in trouble. Then, out loud Looks like I go down and to the right a little. Mikhail looked at the Thalmor squinting and cocking his head to the right... He then straightened his head, took a took a deep breath and inquisitively looked at J'skar. Could I have another shot?

J'Skar nodded when Mikhail wanted another shot, then let one more arrow fly, which landed in the pain-stricken elf's other wrist. "Okay, just one more shot," he said before handing Mikhail the bow again, then just one single arrow. "It is probably best you aim for a bigger area, so it is harder to miss." His feline eyes scanned over the Altmer, blood dripping down his yellowed body. "Perhaps you should aim for his belly," J'Skar then suggested. "The naval should be your target, but do not worry if you do not hit it; there is much time for you to practice later, especially out on a contract." With that said, J'Skar crossed his arms over his chest, kept that happy smile across his lips, and waited for his new Brother to take his shot.

Mikhail didn't take pleasure in the kill, let alone torture. He saw it as business. With no expression on his face he took aim at the Altmer's right shoulder, holding his breath right before his shot and then letting it fly.

With Mikhail's skill and unfamiliarity with the bow, the arrow hit the Altmer in the collar bone, not the shoulder, which made him squirm in agony as the cloth in him mouth muffled his cries of pain. J'Skar just chuckled and gently retrieved his bow from Mikhail's grip. "An honest effort," he said, "but you have done three things wrong. First, you used a bow you have never used before." He held the bow out for Mikhail to look at as he pulled back the string, then let it go harmlessly, and as it bounced back, it was a little off-center of what would be expected. "This one's bow pulls a little to the right," he explained, "and makes arrows fly a little more in that direction."

J'Skar pulled the bow back and then knocked an arrow, aiming at the restrained High Elf's other shoulder. "The second thing you have done wrong is you aimed directly at your target from this distance," he then explained as he slowly drew the arrow back. "Arrows are not immune to gravity, you see, so they immediately want to fall to the ground if you aim straight ahead." He corrected his aim as he spoke, accounting for the slight pull towards the right in the string, and the way gravity would affect the arrow. "And then there was the third thing you did wrong," he said, and right as the arrow reached the back of the pull, he let it go without any hesitation, no stopping for a breath, no waiting even the briefest of a second before the arrow struck the Thalmor right in the ball socket joint of his left shoulder, making the shocked elf writhe as much as he could in his restraints. Smirking to himself, J'Skar turned back to Mikhail, then told him, "You hesitated just before you shot the arrow. Despite all efforts, the body twitches much when attempting to be still, no? It is nothing to be ashamed of, as when the heart beats, so do the muscles. Wait even just a second, and your aim will be that much off, which can mean the life or death of your target. Of course, you will mostly be aiming to cause the death of targets."

The Khajiit never lost his happy expression as he spoke to Mikhail then turned to fire another arrow, taking just three seconds to draw the arrow, aim, then fire it into the Thalmor's right wrist, making the blood slowly seep down his arm, dripping onto his shoulder and down the rest of his torso from there. It seemed like the elf whimpered "No more!" but it was hard to tell with the cloth in his mouth. "If you need more instruction on archery, you come to J'Skar again, no? It is this one's pleasure to help new family members to be more deadly. Just do not bother J'Skar when he is with Kud-Skar, yes? She and this one are mates and do love time alone." Upon mention of his wife, J'Skar started to make a purring noise, and his tail flicked a little. "Anyway, this one thinks that you should speak to others around the sanctuary. Delaweiss is good for learning about all sorts of small blades to stab enemies with, even if she isn't too fond of new family members. Dahlia likes new family members better, but doesn't speak much, even to this one. She breaks into homes even better than most Khajiit, and may help out there. But if you are ready to start sending souls to Sithis, then Babette may already have contracts waiting for you. Maybe this one will join you on the hunt, no? Travel is so dangerous lately, I doubt Nazir will want new family members to be alone."

"Thank you for the advice, Agnar. I'll be sure to keep it in mind as well as my actions." Mikhail then goes over to the torture chamber. "Hello J'skar. I'm Mikhail. I just wondering if I could practice with you? Perhaps you could give me a few pointers? Sorry to say I don't currently have a bow or arrows. Was wondering if you wanted my old leather armor for a bow and some arrows? I also have an old lock if your interested.

When approached by Mikhail, J'Skar didn't even tilt his head to look at him. His lips just curled into a happy smile, and he chuckled when it seemed like the Imperial was trying to bribe the marksman Khajiit. "There is no need to pay this one, Mr. Mikhail," he said in a typical Khajiit accent, low, smooth, and containing a hint of a purr. He let another arrow fly after that, and the muffled sound of someone in pain could be heard, the arrow having hit an Altmer left in just undergarments, shackled to the wall with his arms over his head, a rag stuff in his mouth, and arrows in almost all his joints. A couple of dead Altmer were next to him, looking like fresh kills, with several arrows in their joints, as well.

"It is good to see yet another family member join this sanctuary," he went on to say after letting another arrow fly, hitting the restrained High Elf in the left ankle, blood seeping out of the wound around the arrow head. "There is no cost for family to get a bow from J'Skar, nor a cost for arrows." The shackled Altmer then gave his last struggles of life, but the puddle of blood on the floor under him showed that he had lost too much of his life essence, and he expired shortly thereafter, making J'Skar sigh and start to walk off. "Perhaps there is something you can do to show this one how well you can shoot," he then said, keeping his smile as he walked into a side chamber, then shortly returned with yet another Altmer, struggling and kicking with cloth in his mouth. On his arm, there was a tattoo that, to those who knew of it, would symbolize he was a higher-ranking official in the Thalmor army.

J'Skar was obviously physically stronger than the High Elf, and easily was able to restrain him against the wall. J'Skar then handed Mikhail his bow and his quiver of arrows, then got behind him and put a hand on his shoulder while pointing at the elf. "Show J'Skar your aim," he then whispered into Mikhail's ear. "Try to hit that one in his shoulder. Either one will do."