[ Allison raises her eyebrows at that, affecting a look of joking shock as she takes the crossbow from him. It's definitely working, the stubborn pride in her flaring up as she sizes up the target. ]
So like, the bullseye is the middle bit, right? [ She makes the comment in a vapid, airy tone, settling her stance and squaring her shoulders. Loading up a bolt into the crossbow, she raises it, smiles just a fraction, and fires.
She doesn't need to check to know that the shot is near perfect. She's been doing this since she was a little kid, and a stationary spot on a piece of paper is a hell of a lot easier to hit than a target running at you with quite some speed. She just holds the bow at her side, looking at Dean as she tips her head in the direction of the paper. ]
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So like, the bullseye is the middle bit, right? [ She makes the comment in a vapid, airy tone, settling her stance and squaring her shoulders. Loading up a bolt into the crossbow, she raises it, smiles just a fraction, and fires.
She doesn't need to check to know that the shot is near perfect. She's been doing this since she was a little kid, and a stationary spot on a piece of paper is a hell of a lot easier to hit than a target running at you with quite some speed. She just holds the bow at her side, looking at Dean as she tips her head in the direction of the paper. ]
Like that?
[ Go on, be impressed. ]