"I'm a willing tool. Not a self-righteous deluded prick like--"
She yelped and cringed as her own arrows came flying at her. She ducked back, covering her face with her arms, letting out a panicked shriek.
When nothing happened, she lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She took a few breaths trying to calm her nerves.
Then her eyes narrowed. She snatched the arrows back out of the air.
"I don't need to make enemies," she said, sneering at him. "You were my enemy from the day you were born. Before that, even. You were the enemy of my people, of all of Stormbreak, from the moment the Voice rose up and tried to make itself something it didn't deserve to be. And if someone doesn't put you in your place, for all I know, you'll do the same thing. You're clearly proud of your fancy magic." She waved a hand at the air in front of her where the arrows had been floating. "And you think you're hot shit because the gods gave you a little handout. How long until your 'good relationship' with Safrin turns into thinking you're their equal? How long until your magic grows so strong that you think you should be a god yourself? That's exactly how it started. The war between the Old Gods and the New. And your smug self-righteousness shows me that you haven't changed, any more than any Abandoned has."
She gestured with her arrows between herself and him. "You know the difference between you and me? Unlike you, I know my place. I know what I am. I'm a soldier, a servant of the gods. I don't claim to be anything more, nor do I strive to be. I am theirs, in life and in death. But you and your kind? You think too highly of yourselves."
She nocked another arrow, but held the bow low, not firing. She would have loved to take another shot, right at his head. But she knew she was no match for his magic or his speed.
She yelped and cringed as her own arrows came flying at her. She ducked back, covering her face with her arms, letting out a panicked shriek.
When nothing happened, she lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She took a few breaths trying to calm her nerves.
Then her eyes narrowed. She snatched the arrows back out of the air.
"I don't need to make enemies," she said, sneering at him. "You were my enemy from the day you were born. Before that, even. You were the enemy of my people, of all of Stormbreak, from the moment the Voice rose up and tried to make itself something it didn't deserve to be. And if someone doesn't put you in your place, for all I know, you'll do the same thing. You're clearly proud of your fancy magic." She waved a hand at the air in front of her where the arrows had been floating. "And you think you're hot shit because the gods gave you a little handout. How long until your 'good relationship' with Safrin turns into thinking you're their equal? How long until your magic grows so strong that you think you should be a god yourself? That's exactly how it started. The war between the Old Gods and the New. And your smug self-righteousness shows me that you haven't changed, any more than any Abandoned has."
She gestured with her arrows between herself and him. "You know the difference between you and me? Unlike you, I know my place. I know what I am. I'm a soldier, a servant of the gods. I don't claim to be anything more, nor do I strive to be. I am theirs, in life and in death. But you and your kind? You think too highly of yourselves."
She nocked another arrow, but held the bow low, not firing. She would have loved to take another shot, right at his head. But she knew she was no match for his magic or his speed.
