[Clint's skin is slick with swear, hair plastered down, but he still grins at her from between his split lip when she moves away.]
Right, because shooting is always a waste of time for a marksman.
[He knows that she's right though. He hasn't been keeping up with hand to hand here. He can feel the strain in his muscles, and he is going to be aching for a day or two from this.
But it feels good. A clean ache born from exertion rather than sleeping badly.]
[Action]
Right, because shooting is always a waste of time for a marksman.
[He knows that she's right though. He hasn't been keeping up with hand to hand here. He can feel the strain in his muscles, and he is going to be aching for a day or two from this.
But it feels good. A clean ache born from exertion rather than sleeping badly.]