The elderly man laughed, nocking another brown-feather fletched arrow into his the sleek dragonbone bow he grasped tightly in his wizened fingers.

"Sure, why not? Five shots. Milord may go first."

Ullr

First Shot – Bullseye

Second Shot – Intermediate ring

Third Shot – Intermediate ring

Fourth Shot – Outer ring

Fifth Shot – Outer ring

Patrik

First Shot – Bullseye

Second Shot – Bullseye

Third Shot – Inner ring

Fourth Shot – Inner ring

Fifth Shot – Inner ring

As the dragonbone archer's final arrow thudded into the inner ring, just shy of the central point, he turned to the challenger.

"Tell you what, one more shot."

The Captain of the Burnt Kraken's shot was a good one, striking the target just where the inner target met the intermediate one.

Patrik exhaled, and made little effort to watch the path of the arrow he had loosed. The small crowd cheered as the arrow hit the centre, nestled firmly in the rope and wooden backboard upon which it was coiled.