Okay, take 500. It probably hasn’t been that many times, but considering how long she’s been at practicing, it sure feels like it. Last time she tried her hands at archery AND got on the hoverboard she flew pretty far. She’s still got the little scabs to remind her. 

She inhales, holds in her breath for just a moment and then exhales, “Alright! Alright, Issy. You’ve been practicing. You’re going to hit those targets and you’re going to hit it WHILE on the hoverboard.” She waves her hand with a nervous chuckle, “you---you got this.” Before she hops on her wheeled hoverboard and pulls her bow out and gets ready, she’s looking around. She doesn’t want anyone watching in case she does fall and kisses the ground like last time. OOf, that was embarrassing.  She moves, creates momentum and hops on the board. There are three trunks with little targets on them. She may be going a little too fast for her comfort, but she’s not going to let that stop her. She aims with the first one and quickshots her arrow at the target and misses. “Damn,” She curses under her breath. 

Sector one, he thinks—not where he’s supposed to be but at this point anything was better than large, unpoppable bubbles… at least that’s what he thought up until ten minutes ago.

The wax which had descended down from the sky was now taking form and Yuuri could only watch in sheer horror as a figure of his rival Yuri Plisetsky somehow gained sentience and began to make his—its? – way toward him with what could only be described as malicious intent. Then again, when didn’t Yuri have malicious intent?

“Y-Yurio?” Yuuri held his hands up in surrender, glancing around quickly for an escape route. Okay, whatever he was… he wasn’t going to stop and the last time he kicked him in the face, it really hurt, so without a second’s hesitation, he darted to the right and away from Yurio however his quick escape only lasted so long as he collided harshly with someone, almost knocking them and himself over. Great, he was doing so well.