She passed him his bow and arrows. Atheline took it to his suprise evident. He had really missed his weapon.
She took a step back, creating space between them. With a smirk, she spoke.
"Attack me."
Atheline didn't hesitate.
He nocked his arrow, as the wind started to gather around him. The familiar feeling of it brushing against his skin moving with his will without him trying to force it came naturally.
He exhaled softly then...
THWIP!
The arrow vanished.
A distant piece of wall cracked through as the arrow struck and broke off part of the mountainside, the impact echoes through the nearly empty training hall.
"Too slow."
Her voice almost amused slid out of the empty air while a whisper pressed against his ear.
Atheline didn't turn.
He wasn't surprised since he was sure brushing against a piece of her coat would not be easy.
His goal wasn't to hit her, he wasn't there yet. He just wanted to touch a piece of her clothing.
Another arrow was already nocked.
