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"Oh? Nicknames are always fun"
He laughed as he watched her succeed. Well….nit really succeeding, but definitely doing better than him.
"Yeah, mine is definitely rigged. Do they have a thing against the air elementals?"
He says crossing his arms in a pouty, and somehow cute way.
Deciding to try again, with a gush of air flowing through the huge room, shaking the rest of the weapons, he draws back the string all the way to his almost to sharp of a jawline, his white hair falling on his forehead as the corner of his lips curved up as his piercing sarcastic blue eyes focused on the arrow as he steadied it, then letting go with another gush of wind as he flew back a few inches, his white feathers almost sparkling in the light that the windows let in from the sun, the arrow going halfway into the target, and oh so close to the center, but not quite.
"Well……..i guess that's good enough."
He shrugged.