[Pluto]

Originally Posted by Checkmate

Her hand gripped her bow staff fighter almost to the point where her knuckles turned white ,there it was,that familiar warm feeling ,rage, she was trying to hold it down but she wasn't doing so good. "....fine." she answered you could hear a tad bit in her voice as well. You could tell she was trying to keep her cool too . Her crimson eyes flickered to the daggers that hit the target fairly well making her raise her eyebrow , if that target were an actual being the two daggers that she missed would have given it time to dodge the other and attack her. She didn't settle for that "you call that practice ? If it were a person it would have killed you because you didn't hit it the first time and that would have gave it time to dodge " she said .She wasnt an amazing fighter herself ,not enough to be considered an assassin but she was still good at what she did. SHe certainly didn't or tries not to miss.

Terra shrugged, getting up. "No, I don't call that practice. I call that warming up and not ruining my daggers." She told her roommate, but it was hard keeping the ice out of her voice. "And mind the thought that if I were trying to hit someone, I wouldn't give them time to dodge." She told her, retrieving the daggers. Sitting up right on her bed she retorted, "But if you really wanna see..." She threw all three daggers with freaky precision, saving them by taking vines from the dirt behind the target and whisking the daggers out of the way by the handle. The vines dropped the daggers carefully on the floor, before retreating like they had never been there. "Better?" She asked, venom seeping in. She hated to be ridiculed before she even started.