A Tense Intro (Alexander Kingsford)

There was a brilliant explosion as an arrow struck a small boulder placed careful atop a hill, the rock shattering into several smaller fragments as it was struck. White longbow held in place and his draw arm extended straight back, Arthur surveyed his work with a satisfied grin. His time in the wilderness had been both relaxing and fruitful -- the Quincy was working on his technique, honing both the accuracy and power of his bow over the course of a self-imposed weekend retreat. It had now been two days like this, camped out on a remote hill and honing his precision in the traditional Quincy martial art. He felt satisfied, for a moment at least; until he detected something that shouldn't have been there.

At his level, a precise sensing was impossible -- but as he stood there, garments swaying in the wind created by the backblast of his arrow, Arthur knew enough to realize that he was no longer alone. He remained calm, choosing not to turn around with his weapon at the ready, but remained rather stoically in place. He didn't break his pose at the conclusion of his arrow shot, but instead remained almost perfectly still, eyes glancing to either side of him.

"Whoever you are, you clearly didn't intend to hide from me... So you may as well come out and speak your peace."

He waited, and watched to see from where his visitor would come.