[Training] In the dark of the night

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Luck had never favoured the pale woman. Most of it had been spent on an instance of survival and the passing favour of a god, all in vain. That this impromptu lesson would be anything more than a strange coincidence would have made her laugh, and not from joy. The challenge in amber eyes was met with bored indifference. If Melita cared enough to end an existence that mattered to no one, she was welcome to try. Apathy was a mire beneath the haze of her annoyance, where sentiments would sink and never be seen again. Not a hospitable place, even for someone who actually cared. "If you say so." If Melita would not fuss over an arrow, then the matter was moot and void. Using the one remaining projectile, Maea sighted down the shaft to the rock once more. This time she made a point of reining in her emotions; moments after the tigress arrow made its mark, so did the wraith strike true. In a contest of life and death, Maea would be only slightly lagging. As long as they kept to bow and arrows. "Good enough?" she questioned, and arched a brow at her reluctant instructor.