[ She is unfazed by the arrow whizzing past her, her attention fixed squarely on the puddle that it makes contact with, watching as it seemingly dissolves. It’s only after it’s dissipated that she turns to discern the direction from which it came and finds Matoba there. ]
I’ve fought worse.
[ She stands there for a moment, not quite sure what to do now. She should… Probably thank him? ]
I wouldn’t have thought to shoot an arrow at the puddle.
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I’ve fought worse.
[ She stands there for a moment, not quite sure what to do now. She should… Probably thank him? ]
I wouldn’t have thought to shoot an arrow at the puddle.
[ Nailed it. ]