Happy dandy opti-mates

Emmett was honing his archery skills. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth, and narrowed his eyes. The boy pulled back the arrow, then let go. The arrow soared through the air, and violently hit the target and resulted in Emmett's proud face. Archery was one of the things he enjoyed, among tons of other things he enjoyed. For example, pranks, eating, annoying people and hurting himself accidentally.

Emmett walked through the field towards the target, and wrapped his fingers around the arrow. He tried pulling it out, but it was stuck. "Oh great, my luck." he murmured. Emmett put his leg on the target, now trying to pull the arrow again. He did manage to pull it out, and fell on his backside. After cursing the arrow, himself, Carter her stood up, wiped some dust from his butt and shoulders.

He wasn't really that good at close combat, even if his god parent and grandparent signaled something else. He was pretty much a disgrace to everything. Emmett wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and tried again.