Emma
I headed straight for hand combat. That's probably the only station I wouldn't kill myself in.
Louis had headed to the fire building station.
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Every so often I'd look over at him. He actually looked happy. I think he was doing well.
Louis
I was not doing well. Yes, I could build a decent fire. But I probably couldn't do anything else.
I turned around. The spear-throwing station was suprisingly unoccupied. 'I might as well give it a go', I thought.
I tried to find the best spear. I selected one that was made of a light metal. I didn't want something that was too heavy or too light.
I took a stance in front of the dummy. I slowly lifted the spear over my head. I took a slow breath in and then I canipulted the spear at the dummy.
It was so quiet that you have heard a pin drop. I slowly opened my eyes. I had shut them directly after the spear had left my grip.
I looked at the dummy. My spear had punctured the bullseye on the heart of the dummy.
