[Her proud grin only lasts until she notices Clint pull an arrow from his own quiver. Then, her attention remains solely on him. She watches, admires the way he pulls back the string and aims just as smoothly as she had. Quickly diverts her attention away from the man and to the target, just in time to see it embed so close to hers that she has to walk over to double check that he hadn't split her arrow in two.
The precision is amazing. Better, she's almost reluctant to think, then her own. She pulls both arrows out of the target and turns back to nod at him.]
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The precision is amazing. Better, she's almost reluctant to think, then her own. She pulls both arrows out of the target and turns back to nod at him.]
You are good.