The Academy's training facility was large.
It was split into different sections depending on what you were working on. Strength training in one wing. Sparring platforms in another. And further back, past a set of double doors, was the ranged practice area in one corner of the training hall.
Noah pushed through the doors and stepped inside.
The shooting range was long and narrow. High ceiling. The walls on either side were lined with thick padding.
Downrange, at various distances, were practice targets. Simple circular designs, rings getting smaller toward the center. Some were stationary. A few of the far ones moved slowly on a track, sliding left and right at a low pace.
A handful of students were already there. One girl near the front was practicing with a short bow, loosing arrows in a steady rhythm. Two boys further down were arguing quietly over something, one of them holding a crossbow. Nobody paid Noah any attention when he walked in.
