Overall disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks or any of the characters associated with it

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Hi, all! Tawny here! This is my first drabble series and my first Storm Hawks fiction. Please be nice. Any and all flames will be abused. Hope you enjoy!

Man's Shot

Today was the day.

Today was the day of a feat so great, if I were to go through with it, I would become a man.

I raised my crossbow, closing one sapphire blue eye to help my aim.

I lowered one, two, three lenses. I lined up my weapon to the perfect angle.

The shot was clear.

Oh yeah. This would seperate the men from the boys.

I put my finger over the trigger, ready to fire.

This shot would give meaning to my whole life if it hit.

I released the trigger, and an arrow with a light blue crystal rocketed through the air towards my target.

Clung.

My arrow flew straight into the wall of the duck-shootin' range on Terra Neon.

"Sorry, kid," the guy working there told me. "Three shots is all we can give you. Next!"

"What?!" I shouted furiously. "Come on, man! That thing was totally rigged. I'm going again!"

"Finn, come on!" Aerrow groaned. He and the rest of the team were hunched over by the stand, looking very sulky. "You've been at this for two hours! Let's get out of here."

"I'm not giving up!" I said defiantly, shaking my head. "Three more arrows, my good man!"

As the other Storm Hawks moaned once more, Piper put a hand to her forehead and muttered, "This is going to be a long night . . . "