@CopyCatsPride — The bowstring snapped forward.
The arrow tore toward Luke like a streak of falling light before erupting into a massive burst of cleansing energy meant to engulf the entire space around him.
@CopyCatsPride — slowly.
“Rusty?”
The arrow she drew burned far brighter than the last.
Golden-white light rippled along the shaft as purification magic condensed around it, the air itself seeming to recoil from the pressure.
Her gaze locked onto him.
“You haven’t seen me start yet.”—
@CopyCatsPride — later wasn’t meant to travel far.
It detonated almost immediately between them in a sharp burst of cleansing energy meant to force him back and break his momentum.
She tilted her head slightly.
“Careful, Luke.
Getting reckless already?”
@CopyCatsPride — Amary slid her foot back to steady herself, gaze lifting to meet his with a small, unimpressed smile.
“Still relying on speed to make up for sloppy openings?”
Light gathered along the bowstring once more as she drew it back.
At this distance, the arrow she released a moment—
@CopyCatsPride — that.”
The bowstring snapped forward a moment later.
The arrow tore through the air toward him in a flash of pale light before erupting in a burst of purification magic meant to tear through any spell he might raise in defense.
Amary lowered the bow slightly, her gaze—
A smirk overtook her features as she nodded at his request.
“Fair enough. It has been a while, after all. But you know the rules, Luke.
Go ahead and make the first move.”