“The moving targets I am used to have fluffy tails and antlers. But they’d be difficult enough to hunt in such numbers to make any archery contest worth while. Even if I was inclined to thump them that often in the ass with more blunt arrows. My luck, they would find that damn nymph and start complaining after all.”
Ari glanced back toward her at the comment, and arched an eyebrow as he regarded Kate. In fact, for the longest moment it would he did not understand the reference. But then, he offered her a faint smirk, as well as a snort as he shook his head. “What would that make you? Certainly not Maid Marion, if I was Robin Hood she’d like me. Must be either Friar Tuck or Little John.”
A faint chuckle was given at that as he shook his head a little bit more. “I figure a lesser archer couldn’t hope to split even a single arrow. It is too small a target for most. Good to see that you’re not so easily dissuaded. Perhaps you’ll be a worthy challenge after all. Shall I go first, or do you wish to?” he asked as he motioned toward the targets.