Lim was taken in by his form. She barely registered each hit of the target as her eyes remained on him. He was like a well oiled machine, one after another after another. Eventually, when he’d finished, she blinked and shook her head, looking over at the bundle of arrows that littered the center of the target.<br/><br/>“Whoah...” she whispered under her breath, beyond impressed. With the class-issued bow, she took her spot where Wric had been standing, and lifted it with an arrow notched. Pulling back, eyes zeroing in on his centermost arrow, she took in a breath, and released.......<br/><br/>..........<br/>........<br/>and over the target, miles past it, it went. Her body didn’t move, her limbs did not, lower. She just stared, incredulous, and embarrassment clear on her features, a small defeated whine escaping her throat.