[SE] [Training] somewhere underneath it

I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities

She rolled her eyes, albeit dramatically and in some notion of overkill, before snagging at the lightning contorted edges of her quiver. “Not like that,” obviously would’ve hung in the air too – but she’d show him. Really, she didn’t need to – Melita knew the depths and experience she had in her weaponry, had stuck and held fast to it when they were what helped her survive. Easier to fight when one had the strength, multitudes, and expanse to do it; and she didn’t crumble, didn’t fold, didn’t stumble around, she knew her worth –

Uncertain who she was trying to convince any longer, she shot the arrow in sparks and slivers, watching as the electrical waves snapped and coerced until the crow ran out of options quickly. It strived to take off, but ended up pummeled directly in the wing, and the impact left it zapped, electrocuted, and dead before it hit the ground.

Snaking her head back towards Koa, as Sila retrieved the arrow still along the tree, her eyes narrowed, expecting some sarcastic or asinine remark. If he dared, she supposed she’d simply assure he’d never have to wear shoes again. “Do you want to learn?” She said instead, jutting her jawline towards his poorly aimed bow as her dragon dropped the arrow at his feet.

the honeybee

Besides that
I'm innocent