practice makes perfect ;)

An assortment of arrows as black as night zipped past. All three embedded themselves in the dead center of Brook's target. They split her arrow in the center into pieces. Colton sat in a tree at the back of the at the archery range. he had been sleeping. She had, unfortunately, woken him up, which put the son of Thanatos in a bad mood.

The demigod boy adjusted his obsidian bow silently. The spirit inside complained. "Seriously, master, you're so rude!" The ghost of the demigod son of Apollo resonated inside the bow.

Colton rolled his eyes, his cold and unfriendly voice replying, "If you don't like it Andrew, then get out of Phantom."

With a huff, the spirit did so. A white mist floated out from his bow. Andrew's spirit floated next to him, eyeing the boy. Colton's bow morphed, changing into its original form as a sword. The son of Thanatos sheathed it. "I'm tired." he yawned and leaned back against the trunk of the tree.

"Honestly, sir," the ghost sighed in exasperation, "Have some manners." Colton masterfully ignored him, and Andrew floated down to Brook. "Sorry about that, my dear. He's a bit...cranky.

"Oh my." Amdrew fretted. Tnegirl didn't seem too happy either. He looked back up at Colton, who was busy trying to sleep. In annoyance, the ghost went over to Brook's target and touched Colton's arrows. They dissolved into dark shadows which the spirit formed into a ball. The ball hardened into black obsidian. The stone that the children of Thanatos could form from shadows and turn into their weapons. When they willed it, they could make the ghosts they control move it around as well. With a huff, Andrew hurled it at Colton. Being a son of Apollo, ghost or not, he had pinpoint accuracy. It bounced off Colton's head. "Wake up and apologize, sir!"

"Agh!" The stone was hard, obviously. Colton sat up, holding his throbbing head. "Andrew, why you son of a- That hurt!" Phantom was out of its sheathe in a flash and sent zipping int the ghost's direction. "Frickin die!" he cursed, contradicting himself with the fact that ghosts couldn't die again.

The ghost fled, the sword imbedding itself in the ground. The hilt still vibrating with energy as it stuck out of the sandy archery field floor.

Colton was ignoring the girl, and had his full attention on the ghost. He was pretty much venting his anger out on the spirit. Black shadows danced at his fingertips, turning into obsidian rock which he shot at the ghost. Colton had made the ghost solidified so that Andrew could hold things. In other words...it hurt the ghost.

"Hey! Ouch! Ouch!" Andrew complained. "For the gods' sakes, stop it!" the spirit dissolved into mist, then reappeared behind Colton.

"Oh, shut up!" The boy jumped down from the tree, pulling his sword out of the sandy ground. He sheathed Phantom with an annoyed sigh. He turned with an uninterested look at the girl. His shocking blue gaze unnatural. The children of Thanatos naturally gave off an unpleasant aura, and it made them hard to be friendly to. So Colton didn't even bother socializing with others.

Colton turned away, heading back to the range. "Hurry up, Andrew, we have more practicing to do. Since she woke me up anyway." He told the ghost, unsheathing his sword and holding it out. The ghost flew over, entering his sword. Phantom shifted forms, turning into an obsidian bow. It had the grace of a bow made by Apollo himself. It had been Andrew's bow given to him from his father. Colton's sword was a special one. He could call out spirits and have them enter his Phantom. Phantom would take the form of the ghost's weapon when they were alive as a demigod.

A shadow formed at Colton's fingers, growing into a long rod. He strung it in the bow. He held it in place and released in one fluid motion. The rod of black whistled through the air. In the son of Thanatos' concentration, the flying arrow split into three in the air. All of them flying into the center of the target with pinpoint accuracy. Colton also gained some of the ghost's former skills with holding Phantom.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name? You woke me up." Colton didn't look up from his shooting, but directed his words at Brook. He shot four more into the center of the target.

It was his job to annoy people. He lived to annoy people. Never once did he have a friend. He had spent his whole childhood as an orphan running through the streets from monsters. He was a rogue demigod. Solitary, and sadly, cold. He had no social skills. Not that he would want any. He had grown used to it. On top of being a former rogue demigod, he was a son of Thanatos. It was insanely hard to get along with children of the death god. They gave off a seemigly unpleasent aura. They were just...different. They were naturally unlikable.

"Yeah, what of it?" Colton replied bluntly. His straightforwardness usually drove people over the edge.

The ghost sighed in helplessnesss from the boy's boy. "Manners, my dear sir, manners."

Colton ignored the spirit. He took five more shots at the target, nailing them all. It was a successive volley, each shot faster than the first. The arrow after the one before would shatter the one in front of it straight through the middle. As it did so, the arrows melted away into darkness. It balled up and returned to Colton, reforming quickly in his bow as an arrow.

Colton caught her color change from the corner of his eyes. He was usually someone who showed minimal interest, but that was the first time he had seen anyone flash dye their hair with powers. He smiled crookedly to himself and shot another string of arrows. "So you're a daughter of Iris. That's hilarious." He wasn't too polite, since he never really talked to anyone.

"Colton" He answered her question finally after a pause.

"Geez, lighten up and have some humor." Colton threw his bow over his shoulder and spun around on his heels to look at her with his electric blue gaze. The son of Thanatos eyed her and her pet somewhat with amusement.

Colton caught her gaze. She was no different from the others. He was used to everyone disliking him, so it out him at an ease. He shrugged. "Well, if you ain't gonna say anything, I guess it's fine then."

He spun around, heading towards the center of the field like he had found somethingn I treating. Brook couldn't see, but it was a ghostly string floating there. Only visible to the children of the death god. Every person had a place they loved the most when living. When the person died, they had eternal attachment to that spot. That was what Colton could see. The string of the ghosts. He pulled on it, twirling it out of the air. The ghost seemed to appear from nowhere. A teenage boy. "What's up, Richy?" Colton asked with his cold voice.

The ghost rolled his eyes. "Master, for the last time, my name's Richard." Colton had explored the camp since he had first gotten here. He had gotten familiar with all the ghosts here. "That's your half sister right there." he jabbed a thumb back in Brook's direction. "She just joined up."

Colton turned around, slight surprise showing in his expression. His shocking blue eyes scanned over her suspiciously. "Whats this, womanly pity? I never said I was going to leave. I was here first, anyway."

Andrew got out of the bow, his spirit floating next to Richard's. Both of them recited angrily at the son of Thanatos. "She was apologizing, sir! Have some manners!" Andrew scolded. "Yeah, be nice to my half sis!" Richard agreed readily. Colton held his hands up.

"Oh, alright! Force of habit! Gosh!" Colton turned around, looking at her warily for muttering. "Sorry." It was a quiet apology. But he had apologized, nonetheless, which was rare. It caught both of the ghosts by surprise, and they shut up in shock.