"Funny that," he commented, "now you can see how the rest of us feel." He scowled unhappily, giving her a pointed look. Because at least he didn't purposefully try to be better than her.

He wasn't going to stab her with it. He just flicked it open and closed, watching. Strong lines and grace didn't matter much if you couldn't do this faster. He frowned. "Not never mind, go on," he said easily, moving to point to one of the markers out in the lake, "right then. Prove it. See that? You've three chances to hit it square in the middle. Fifteen seconds to nock the arrow and shoot."