Lisbeth reached behind her back and pulled an arrow from the quiver. She nocked the arrow and raised her bow, aiming down the length of the arrow at the target placed well across the training field.
With a quick release, the arrow went flying through the air. A deep shunk sounded when the arrow struck, just shy of the bullseye.
One of the other soldiers, on his way back to the barracks, shouted to her, "Hey, Pink! Staying out here all night isn't going to help you any. You ain't gonna make the front lines either way."
Lisbeth grumbled under her breath. She pulled out another arrow, gripping it in a tight fist. She hated that nickname. She also couldn't stand the way the other soldiers treated her. Just because she was literally half their size, and couldn't run a mile without collapsing, didn't mean she couldn't fight.
"Fine, suit yourself," the other soldier said, making a rude gesture.
Lisbeth set her teeth. She whirled around and nocked the arrow, letting it fly. The arrow flew across the training grounds and clipped the soldier's pants, tearing open the leather and exposing his underwear. An inch in a different direction and it would have been a very painful shot.
The soldier yelped in surprised and shouted at her, shaking a fist angrily.
"Looks like you're the one pink in the face now," Lisbeth shouted at him.
She ignored the rest of his shouts as she turned back to the target, drawing another arrow and wearing a smug smirk on her lips.
With a quick release, the arrow went flying through the air. A deep shunk sounded when the arrow struck, just shy of the bullseye.
One of the other soldiers, on his way back to the barracks, shouted to her, "Hey, Pink! Staying out here all night isn't going to help you any. You ain't gonna make the front lines either way."
Lisbeth grumbled under her breath. She pulled out another arrow, gripping it in a tight fist. She hated that nickname. She also couldn't stand the way the other soldiers treated her. Just because she was literally half their size, and couldn't run a mile without collapsing, didn't mean she couldn't fight.
"Fine, suit yourself," the other soldier said, making a rude gesture.
Lisbeth set her teeth. She whirled around and nocked the arrow, letting it fly. The arrow flew across the training grounds and clipped the soldier's pants, tearing open the leather and exposing his underwear. An inch in a different direction and it would have been a very painful shot.
The soldier yelped in surprised and shouted at her, shaking a fist angrily.
"Looks like you're the one pink in the face now," Lisbeth shouted at him.
She ignored the rest of his shouts as she turned back to the target, drawing another arrow and wearing a smug smirk on her lips.
