Anyone arriving at the archery field would be treated to a strange sight. Almatar and her rider Imane were racing around the field, the targets presently untouched. The Shiotome herself was attempting to use a bow that was considerably larger than she was...and meeting with little success. Every so often an arrow would be released and fail to get anywhere near the targets. Still she persisted, and there was no sound of anger or frustration coming from her lips. Or at least it didn't look that way, it would be hard to hear anything over the sound of thunderous hooves.
Eventually she slowed Almatar's pace and came to a stop. With a bit of effort she tucked the bow into its holder and leapt down fro her steed. Wandering around she began to collect the arrows from where they lay.
( Expecting but open )