[Training] Fight or flight with my past

Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead

Her answer comes swift enough as she presses in on leaf cover to bear witness to failure or success. No yelp, but a small, elemental storm veering right for her. Caught in the midst of it all, her arrow whirling like a prize she's not brave enough to pluck free. "Oh shit," she grinds out as she rises from her crouch and tears back along the pathway she'd carved here, the 'natural' storm crashing in just behind her. Various plants tear into the wind and bend around it, pelted with debris running off it like stony hail. It sounds worse than it is, but it's bad enough just the same she wants no part of it.

"Alright!" she calls out, skating over mud with a windmill of arms as she slides to a stop back in the open where she'd first shot at him. Catching her balance with a splay of legs and a bend over her waist, she rises slowly back to full height and lurches towards steadier ground. "You're a difficult one to pin down, I'll admit," she huffs out to him, putting her bow back behind her in a show she's done with their little session. "Guess I'll need more than bows and arrows to get someone like you, eh?"

Colt

Deimos

He didn’t bother to choke down his amusement this time either, listening to her scramble through the scenery and surroundings with rising apprehension, based on the speech that slipped out. He kept the miniature, manufactured storm churning though until she gave up the ghost – and he stood from his crouch with a wry, juvenile, very boyish grin plastered on his features. The magic diminished instantly and immediately, fading back into the pulse of his blood like nothing had touched or been dispersed amidst the area. “Hope it helped,” he offered in response, because while she’d nailed some accuracy, she also had to employ other methods. With the more uncanny individuals meandering through Caido, any additional effect or ability helped. “You still did good work.” He just didn’t have any intention of being horrendously maimed. Been there, done that.

As for how to get around him, he certainly wasn’t going to give advice over his own weaknesses. Instead he laughed, hiking his bag further up his shoulder. “Perhaps. I am going to head out this way,” pointing towards another trail, not too far, figuring he could pick up some promised things to bring back to Halo; the morning exercise having entertained and placed thoughts, processes, back into the fold.

[FIN]

you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight