Lisbeth snorted. "I didn't 'attack' you. It's training, remember?"
She drew another arrow and nocked it to the bowstring.
"I need target practice," she said, taking aim. "So I can be a good little soldier when I bleed and die for the gods. And if you can catch arrows, it's not like you're in any real danger, right?"
She let the arrow fly, then drew and fired another, then another. Though she didn't actually want to kill him. She aimed a bit to the side, so that if one of the arrows got through, it would likely only graze his skin. She was a good shot, and could usually hit where she aimed. Usually.
"You're not my ally," she said as the third arrow flew from her bow. "If the gods have seen fit to meddle with one of your kind, then you are a tool. They are using you. So I'll use you too, for target practice."
She drew another arrow and nocked it to the bowstring.
"I need target practice," she said, taking aim. "So I can be a good little soldier when I bleed and die for the gods. And if you can catch arrows, it's not like you're in any real danger, right?"
She let the arrow fly, then drew and fired another, then another. Though she didn't actually want to kill him. She aimed a bit to the side, so that if one of the arrows got through, it would likely only graze his skin. She was a good shot, and could usually hit where she aimed. Usually.
"You're not my ally," she said as the third arrow flew from her bow. "If the gods have seen fit to meddle with one of your kind, then you are a tool. They are using you. So I'll use you too, for target practice."
