Tonight, Drai was standing right before a long field riddled with shooting targets of various shapes and sizes, some of which were stationary while others were moving. Judging by the devastation of the field and many of its targets, along with how tired Drai looked, he seemed to have been here for some time.
After Drai was done catching his breath, he picked out multiple targets in his head before conjuring arm-length white javelin and launching it forward with a light punch. Without pausing, he repeated this countless times until he was out of breath again.
Amid his panting, he checked his targets and saw that every single one of them was either riddled with holes or had been shredded to pieces.
'It's good that I managed to demolish them all, but my accuracy still needs work,' he inwardly concluded as he eyed the torn-up ground around said targets.
