Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
She listens over the sound of her breath for the yelp of success, but nothing comes but the parting of more brush and wood. Not that she actually wanted to skewer Deimos, but, she hoped to get close to it at least. A surprised swear, perhaps, rather than agony of being hit. His silence is persistent though, his comfort in actual battle far greater than hers. She doesn't dare linger long enough to catch more than a glimpse, her position given away by her shot, and she has no interest in surfing more earthquakes. Though, she is tempted, so tempted, to call out some sort of smart ass comment at him. She's sure his answer would be a lesson she didn't want though, so she opts for her continued stealth, hoping perhaps she could take him by surprise even yet.
It continues to prove problematic to hide from him while also keeping track of him. With her focus on catching him unawares, her answer becomes a focus further on speed. At the first rustle of air she fires her next sharpened arrow immediately, moving through breath and draw in a blink, sinking into old habits from practice rather than thoughts and reminders on how they should be. When more wind rustles away from that spot though, her attention snaps towards it, focus narrowing in disbelief. Had she not even shot at him at all then? If she'd waited and double checked, would her success be proven now? "Damnit," she seethes to herself, craning for a look through the gaps in branches and leaves.
4/4 Colt fires at the first sound she hears, likely just his air
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
It continues to prove problematic to hide from him while also keeping track of him. With her focus on catching him unawares, her answer becomes a focus further on speed. At the first rustle of air she fires her next sharpened arrow immediately, moving through breath and draw in a blink, sinking into old habits from practice rather than thoughts and reminders on how they should be. When more wind rustles away from that spot though, her attention snaps towards it, focus narrowing in disbelief. Had she not even shot at him at all then? If she'd waited and double checked, would her success be proven now? "Damnit," she seethes to herself, craning for a look through the gaps in branches and leaves.
4/4 Colt fires at the first sound she hears, likely just his air
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
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.
