[Hobo]

Hobo walks into the rehab, his Spoocebow over his sholder. He looks about, and finally settles his gaze apon 'The Oddspring'. He lets out a short sigh...

Hobo: Pffft, wannabe's

Hobo then walks over to the 'Extreme Darts' contest, he watches a young Mudokon fire his spoocebow at the board, which is currently moving between the ceiling and floor at a slow speed. The shot pierces the board to the wall behind it, a shout comes from the bar.

Alf: For the love of Odd guys! Try to leave me one wall hey?

The Mudokon that just fired yells back...

Mud: Calm down old mud.....

Hobo steps up behind the Mud and taps him on the shoulder:

Hobo: Who you calling old punk?

Mud: What's it to you Grampa, I bet you can't even hit an Elderling with that bow of yours!

Alf yells across the Rehab:

Alf: Hobo, take him outside and show your stuff....

Hobo leads the young mud outside, he whispers to another Mud, who disappears for a second and come back with a tin of paint, he then paints a target on a nearby tree.

Mud: Easy stuff.....

The Mud Primes his bow and fires, striking the second ring from the centre.

Mud: Beat that old man.....

Hobo draws his spoocebow, he bends his legs and closes his eyes. He stays in that position for a second, before he launches himself up a great distance into the sky, aims his bow, fires, reloads and fires again. He then descends to the earth as gently as a feather. He looks up to the target to see his first arrow, that had hit the bullseye, split into two halves by his second arrow.

Hobo: Beat it kid, don't let me catch you in Alf's again.....

Alf comes outside and stands next to Hobo.

Alf: Hobo, I think your talent is wasted as a bouncer...

Hobo: There is no other work for an old Mudokon like me Alf, I tell you this everytime we get into this conversation...

Alf: Hobo, go see my friend Ysult, he's by the bar, he was quite impressed by you....