[As each arrow sinks into every single one of the targets she endeavors to shoot, so does Cornelia's temper. It gets so low that she grips her weapon with enough strength to accidentally fire it. The bullet doesn't even get close to any of the targets, hitting somewhere off in the distance. She lets out an exasperated sigh as she fights off the urge to throw her weapon down.
If this is some pathetic attempt to get her attention, well then he's got it! But normal people start a conversation with something along the lines of speaking. Not whatever the hell he thinks he's accomplishing by further pissing her off.
And before she can get a hold of her temper, her head whips around to face him. She lowers her weapon even though she would rather point the end of her sword at his neck. ]