Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
It's safe to say Colt has never had her arrows slung back at her like this. She has dodged an arrow before, but there's something like a betrayal to it being her own and not one forged by her opponent. "Oh I see," she mutters as her gaze traces the sail of it, already straining to see if her shot landed, valuable data for adjusting her next accordingly.
Cursing the mud here making traction an unreliable companion, she runs forward, shouldering against a tree just in case these prove to be able to bend as well as about face. She hears it whistle like a warning shot into the mud where she'd been a few seconds before, proof that Deimos is not playing idly. She grins, not wanting it any other way, else she'd only be out here for praise and not growth.
Using the tree to help cover her movements, she nocks another arrow, popping out from the edge and loosing a new shot. With quicker movements she has less time to line it all up, and he's not as readily noticable now either with all his prowling cover. She didn't dip from behind her structure though until she saw a shift in the leaves. The sharp point of her arrow snarls through the air, eager for him.
2/4 ducks behind a tree for cover to dodge it and fires another arrow at him from her quiver
Cursing the mud here making traction an unreliable companion, she runs forward, shouldering against a tree just in case these prove to be able to bend as well as about face. She hears it whistle like a warning shot into the mud where she'd been a few seconds before, proof that Deimos is not playing idly. She grins, not wanting it any other way, else she'd only be out here for praise and not growth.
Using the tree to help cover her movements, she nocks another arrow, popping out from the edge and loosing a new shot. With quicker movements she has less time to line it all up, and he's not as readily noticable now either with all his prowling cover. She didn't dip from behind her structure though until she saw a shift in the leaves. The sharp point of her arrow snarls through the air, eager for him.
2/4 ducks behind a tree for cover to dodge it and fires another arrow at him from her quiver
Colt
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
