“Slingshot?”

We return to the same forest where the tree was uprooted from his training earlier that morning. Several other trees have been uprooted and sent flying as a nice field has been opened up with soil disrupted. The Calvary stands amongst the carnage with a puzzled look upon his face.

“From my lands, I’ve heard of slingshots, and from what I can tell of this world, the term remains the same. Alas, my knowledge of this sector of the world is limited. So tell me, Scotland, what does your slingshot game entail? Is it simply using a different mechanism to send an object careening through the air until it reaches its conclusion? Or does this simply mean constructing a device that can maximize the overall trajectory of the item in question?”

The Calvary turns as does the camera to reveal a large catapult constructed behind him of new wood provided from the fallen trees. He traces his hand along the side of the device before reaching the backside where a chord has been pulled back in preparation for the journey. Sitting in small pouch along the chord is a small doll crafted wearing a blue, yellow, and red mask. The Calvary smirks.

“Perhaps it simply means seeing how far you can take something without fearing repercussions. Either way, today this event has tested my mental capacities even if it wasn’t intended.”

The Calvary pulls down on a lever as the ‘slingshot’ catapult is released sending the imitation doll careening through the air at such a high velocity that it’s hard to pinpoint where it lands amongst the next field. Alas, Calvary quickly darts forward and retrieves the doll and returns to his place in mere seconds. He analyzes the doll for a second.

“Although there is a game simply titled hammer throw that perhaps may be the game in question. With it, the combatant simply turns in a circle before letting go of the device attached to a stick to send it flying great distances.”

The Calvary sighs before grabbing a limb and impaling the doll before turning quickly in a circle before sending it flying off into the horizon. He watches it for a moment before smiling.

“Whether it’s testing the mettle of the mind or the power of the body, no man shall be able to match my might or my courage. I hope you’re ready Robbie Bourbon.”

The Calvary resets the catapult, places a limb into the sling before wrenching it back with his own hands and holding it in place.

“Because I won’t relent.”

He releases as the limb is sent flying from the release as The Calvary grins.

“Now, who’s next?”