Kyle shook his head. "Not really, they won't let me shoot further down range."
he sat down at the base of the hill, not to far from Bisma. He took of his hat and set it beside him. "Not to shabby, if the instructors didn't underestimate us. They think we'll all morons because four or five guys can't notch an arrow, load a bullet, or swing a sword! It is completely redundant for people like us, who have a basic concept of what the hell we're doing, to be shooting at a target that's practically at point black range."

Kyle took a cup of water from the stream. "And as for you, Tali, what's with the trainers putting you up against a guy who's worse with a sword then ME!" Kyle was't actually that bad with sword, but he much preferred his rifle. "I think they're just holding a lot of us back."