‘ too slow. ’
SPARRING & TRAINING / accepting.
"Fuck!"
The aggravated shout comes from one irate elf who finds herself struggling to pinpoint the other. Her bow is taut within her hands and she keeps it drawn while she scans her surroundings for anything that moves.
Bellara prided herself on her skills in archery, but when it came to moving targets, this was by far one of the trickiest to track down.
She takes in a deep breath and tries to focus once more. In the brush, just beyond the treeline—there.
"I see you!" Bellara yells and promptly fires three fade bolts one after the other. They land and dissipate in a line that follows directly after him while he dodges and evades. She grunts in plain frustration and decides to fire directly in front of him instead—in the hope to trip him.