Chapter 58: Manage to hit me
Back at the training ground, Belle was growing increasingly frustrated. Twenty minutes had passed, and despite her efforts, her shots either narrowly missed the target or veered entirely off course. Her patience was wearing thin, but she refused to show it.
"Tired?" Quinn asked, his tone casual.
She shook her head stubbornly. "Give me more minutes," she requested, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her give up. She was determined to hit the target, even if it drained every ounce of her energy.
Quinn wasn’t in any rush. Watching her struggle was oddly entertaining, and just seeing her fiery determination was enough to amuse him for the entire day. Teasing her felt unnecessary...for now.
As she prepared another shot, Belle lost her footing. With a startled squeak, she stumbled forward. "Ahh!" she gasped, bracing for a fall when Quinn swiftly intervened, catching her mid-fall and pulling her away from her original position.
"Why didn’t you just drop the bow?" He asked, genuinely curious why she hadn’t let go to save herself from falling. If she had released it, she might have been able to regain her balance.
"A good archer never abandons their bow and arrow," she replied, freeing herself from his grasp and taking steps back. "The opponent can use any single opportunity to strike."
Quinn had to suppress a laugh. Her conviction was admirable, but at this stage, it was utterly useless. She couldn’t even hit a stationary target, so how was clinging to the bow going to help her in battle?
"You are both fools, whoever told you that, and you for believing it," he remarked, shaking his head.