She shot him a pointed look when his arrow went straight to the target. If she'd been shooting with her recurve she could have imagined him splitting her arrow. "I'm sorry, if you don't have the upper body strength for a real bow, but that's not him writing my lines. That's truth."
Yes, she was easily made bitter. Luckily she was also stubborn as hell. So she picked up another arrow to try again. She lined up her shot more carefully this time accounting for how she'd messed up the first time, and when that one was off as far as it could be while still hitting the target. "Are you messing with me?" She asked, but before he could respond she looked to the arrows laid out angrily like they were sentient. "Fuck it." She muttered grabbing another. This stupid thing would be her bitch. It was stupid. She was better than it.