"Hotdamn," Much breathed, impressed. "That was beautiful. Best of three?" He suggested, moving forward to free the knife. Part of it was that he loved a good competition, part of it was just to see her hit that sweet spot again. It was like watching Robin shoot; something awesome about being in the presence of someone with skill like that. He wasn't a bad shot, wasn't a bad archer either; he could hit a target, and most targets were wider than the tree they were aiming at, but he was better with a sword, or his fists.
His next shot was better - he was trying harder, and it dug into the bark, only a few inches off.