"Aww, arrow!" Clint called down at the other man, because for all he was competitive (and he really, really was), he was also at least a little bit aware that supplies were limited and didn't have any particular interested in whittling away sticks to make new ones. "Hey, man! You break it, you bought it!" Never mind the fact that, yeah, okay. He'd kinda started it.
He nocked another arrow, but didn't bother actually letting it loose so much as just... being ready for a next, real challenge. "There's a reason why it's called a sitting target, y'know," he said. "Too easy."