"You're too loud."
Ymir snarled as her ears wiggled and she stretched her right hand forward catching the arrow mid- flight between her index and middle finger.
With the arrow merely inches from her face, the girl smiled and then–
Snap!
Just by gesturing, the head of the arrow broke under the pressure of her fingers.
Dean exhaled sharply, letting out a breath of relief. This girl was crazy but she was also quite competent.
Tossing the arrow aside. Ymir spoke, "Again..," doing so without taking off the blindfold.
"But, you nearly–"
"Again," she repeated with more steel in her tone.
Dean moved back slowly and took another breath. This was to release the tension in his muscles.
This girl was testing him, and pushing him to take this seriously. He didn't understand why but he appreciated it.
Moving slower. Dean made sure to take his time to string the arrow properly.
Focusing his mind on the apple.While he adjusted his body to keep down the panic and nervousness.
