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?"
"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
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.
