[ There's a snort that comes from the tree, and Iorveth is hopping down a couple branches, exposing himself on a lower arm of the tree to even the field a little bit. Not very fair for him to be hidden away while she has nothing but the trees. At least he's not a moving target.
An new arrow is twirled in a hand, ornate Elven bow in the other as he steps out as far as he can without taxing what the arm will hold. ]
As did I. [ And he's threading the arrow, settling it on the middle of the tree, a simple twitch enough to adjust to either side. He's, of course, not looking to kill her. But prodding her into the game is amusement at least, while it's been so boring simply sitting around. ]
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An new arrow is twirled in a hand, ornate Elven bow in the other as he steps out as far as he can without taxing what the arm will hold. ]
As did I. [ And he's threading the arrow, settling it on the middle of the tree, a simple twitch enough to adjust to either side. He's, of course, not looking to kill her. But prodding her into the game is amusement at least, while it's been so boring simply sitting around. ]
Who taught you your skills?