Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson
She doesn't pull back immediately, but remains poised as if still aiming, carrying the arrow via her sightline, breath, and posture despite the fact it's long since sailed away from each of those measurements, nothing better than a spring to shove it forth. It's tiring to hold it, but she's just begun, and the effect seals the response of her hit into each calculated movement. Would have had him, if he hadn't dipped so expertly. The neutral focus on her face cracks into a small, impressed smile.
It should be worth noting that usually an arrow is best loosed at unsuspecting targets. When hunting, it's the element of surprise combined with the accuracy that lands your kills. In battle, what limited experience she has, she suspects her foes will be actively coming at her instead of dancing around in a field with every loose and limber move they have. Today won't be about if she can mark him, again she'd rather not have to figure out a way to patch him up, but if there'd be any moments where she could have shot him, were he someone less aware, or slower, or more violently inclined to close the distance between them and make his movements more fluid. She isn't tracing blood today, but shadows.
She reaches back behind her head to gather another arrow from her quiver and puts it back in place. Her arms hold the bow and arrow firm and solid, pulling back as she squints and leads and guesses again at where he might go. She hasn't been watching long enough to find any discernible pattern yet, because even in a supposed chaotic frolic, he'll have a favorite series of moves—ones that are easier to pull off because the body is secretly very lazy, probably using the side he's a little bit stronger on but doesn't even notice, or avoiding an old wound that hasn't ever healed quite the same. So for now, she looses a shot, not quite in the dark, but the haze of possibilities and ideas that make it all wonderfully gray.
2/4 fires a sharpened arrow at him
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
It should be worth noting that usually an arrow is best loosed at unsuspecting targets. When hunting, it's the element of surprise combined with the accuracy that lands your kills. In battle, what limited experience she has, she suspects her foes will be actively coming at her instead of dancing around in a field with every loose and limber move they have. Today won't be about if she can mark him, again she'd rather not have to figure out a way to patch him up, but if there'd be any moments where she could have shot him, were he someone less aware, or slower, or more violently inclined to close the distance between them and make his movements more fluid. She isn't tracing blood today, but shadows.
She reaches back behind her head to gather another arrow from her quiver and puts it back in place. Her arms hold the bow and arrow firm and solid, pulling back as she squints and leads and guesses again at where he might go. She hasn't been watching long enough to find any discernible pattern yet, because even in a supposed chaotic frolic, he'll have a favorite series of moves—ones that are easier to pull off because the body is secretly very lazy, probably using the side he's a little bit stronger on but doesn't even notice, or avoiding an old wound that hasn't ever healed quite the same. So for now, she looses a shot, not quite in the dark, but the haze of possibilities and ideas that make it all wonderfully gray.
2/4 fires a sharpened arrow at him
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
Colt
The grip you got on me is really quite impressive
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.
