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Date Posted: 18:53:50 04/21/02 Sun
Faeirex heard the man behind her, and stiffened. Keeping him waiting, she watched the little man with the crossbow score two perfect bullseyes in succession. A clever shot, from a man clearly hungry for glory. Looking into his eyes, there was ambition there, ambition and a dreadful malevolance and hunger for revenge.
A sorry sight to contemplate. But the cheek of the man behind her. Sighing, she fought back the temptation to show him just how different from a "ma'am" she was. Besides, antagonising the warriors here would not make for pleasant practise time. She would have to put up with it.
Turning, she looked the man square in the eyes, taking in his tanned, muscular frame, chiselled face and black hair. Not handsome, maybe, but certainly attractive.
She kept her icy gaze on him for several seconds, waiting for the charmng smile on his face to flicker with uncertanity. Then, still looking at him, she pulled an arrow from her quiver and fitted it to the longbow. In one quick movement, she turned and loosed.
The archery butts were some 500 yards away, and she watched clinically as the arrow whistled through the air to come to rest in the dead centre of the circle, tail quivering slightly in the breeze. A slight smile touched her lips as she turned back to the man.
"You were saying...?"
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