Chapter Seven: Fara

"Ow—fuck that hurt," I growl, rubbing the inside of my arm. The skin stings and is slowly turning bright red.

"That's why most archers wear guards on their arms. It's not just for decoration."

"Well can I get one of those guards then?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I know you're tougher than that."

I scowl a little and notch another arrow. It takes quite a bit of effort to pull back the drawstring and I only have a few seconds to aim before my fingers slip.

I purse my lips in annoyance as the arrow goes completely past the wooden target. The inside of my arm throbs.

"Well you were still closer than last time," Queen Zari mutters.

"Yeah archery isn't really my thing, I can use a sword though—actually no I'm way better with the two short swords—what are those called?" I ask.

She frowns. "I don't remember the name. That's an unusual weapon choice though, more common for girls it seems."

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