[It sounds easy enough. Her aim has always been good. From a very early age, she has been praised for her instinct and determination. And very few people ever bested her in any sort of duel or challenge. Only her senior, Nonette Enneagram, could ever make her feel like she still had a lot to learn. Even Guilford, her own knight, was always one step behind her. How was it possible that some rich boy from a technologically lacking world could beat her in a contest of skills?
Her eyes narrow as she glances back in the general direction of the targets. He must have seen her range and accuracy before he began badgering her. And he was able to hit every single bulls eye with all the precision she would expect from someone who is a professional. Despite the confidence on her face, there is a tremor of uncertainty lurking in her heart as she draws the gun-sword from its sheath.]
You seem so confident. [Her eyes darken slightly.] If you are the victor... [And she sounds doubtful.] ...what is it that you intend to ask for?