Practicing

Eric's leg had healed enough for him to be able to walk without the crutches. However, he still couldn't run. So he had out a small knife and was practicing fighting by slashing a tree. He would also put it away from time to time and just punch the air at full speed, hands a blur, and making whistling sounds as his hand moved through the air.

Louis had decided to head towards the woods to practice with her bow and arrows. She currently sat high in a tree, above Eric, aiming and getting ready to shoot. This was the first time she had used her power on purpose, and estimated she was a good distance away. With normal vision, she didn't even suspect Eric was in the woods, but looking at a distance, she could see him clearly as if she stood next to him. She was still really bad aim, and the wind messed her up, but when she released her arrow, she hit the very edge of the tree just beyond Eric. She had purposefully missed, and was glad that much was successful, but she'd missed her target. Her target had been the little notches that his knife had hit the tree.

He paused in mid punch as he heard the whiz of an arrow behind him. Using his advanced reflexes and speed, he lunged forward in a blur, landing in a roll and coming up standing. His leg was aching again though. With a sigh he looked around for who shot the arrow, holding one dagger in each hand. He assumed they could've shot it directly at him, but it looked like they had purposefully missed. He still thought he might've been able to get out of the way in time with his speed... then again, broken leg... Back to the point, he resumed looking around.

Louis estimated she was a mile away. Although, the forest wasn't necessarily that large. She was bad at distance. She was actually pretty close, although not close enough for Eric to spot her. She decided it would be nice to let him know it had been her who'd shot the arrow. She climbed out of the tree she was in and started the long trek towards Eric.