Anya half-turned to watch as her most worthy opponent headed off to the buffet, before smiling warmly as the powerful Metalflesh gravitated in her direction. She did not pull another arrow, and instead leant back against his chest and allowed herself to relax now that the archery tournament was over.
"Ahh, you can congratulate him later. And me, too. Although not in the same manner, I hope," she responded, her innocent expression contrasting utterly the suggestive undertone to her words.
She was glad that she had won though. It was nice to know that her abilities stretched to something skillful like archery, as opposed to simply clawing out people's eyes or wrenching out their heart with her deadly talons. There was something almost artistic in this sport, and it readily appealed to her.
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