(Yeah, she was going to. She is going to.)

Hazel sighed. "Okay, fine." Brandon hugged his sister, and then Ashia. 'Thanks!' He signed to her.

Jackson got ready. "Defeat..No I do not. No child can beat me."

Sparky just slunk back into the shadows. "Uh, thanks?" He said to Ashia. "Also, he's over confident. If you haven't noticed yet." He gave a side-ways glance at the man now without a bear. "You could be making a friend with the archery, but you could be making an enemy with me in play as well."

"Jackson you have never seen Ashia shoot have you," Justin asked amused with the situation.

"Your welcome, "Ashia sighed back, "now Jackson moving targets or stationary ones?"

Jackson looked directly at Sparky, and dismissed Justin's warning. Maybe this moving target, he thought to himself glaring at Sparky, but instead said, "Stationary. Might as well."

Sparky nodded to the bear bond. "Good luck." Jackson snorted.

"Want me to set them up," Justin offered.
"How far," Ashia asked, "how many arrows at one target?"

"How about we shoot five arrows. The first time we shoot, it is fifty meters or so. As long as both hit the bull's eye, we continue. If, at the end of five arrows, we each have hit it all the time, we gather our arrows, and continue. How about that?" Jackson was sure he was going to win. "And I guess I should trust you enough to set them up?" He glanced at Justin briefly.

Sparky climbed a tree to see the view, watch the tournament, and also to get away from Jackson's glaring. Brandon was in the same tree, so they struck a silent conversation, catching up on good ol' times and stuff.

Hazel huffed, and watched the folks.

"Deal," Ashia agreed.
Justin picked up a target the size of a small deer and dragged it to fifty yards.
Ashia took aim and hit the bullseye. Breath, set your feet, knock an arrow, draw back, aim release. Ashia hit the bullseye with her grouping being the size of a dime.
(Okay)

Edited.

Jackson huffed, and shot as well. Success. They move on.

Ashia looked calm.
Justin called back to them after going to the target, " Both hit the bullseye but Ashia's group is tighter to the middle!"
"Clear!" Ashia walks toward the target.

"You're just saying that." Jackson muttered, and grabbed his arrows, and prepared to shoot again.

The group was accually that tight.
"Would you like to go first," Ashia offered.
Justin dragged the target back to seventy-five yards and ran back, "Whenever you're ready shoot."