An arrow, a silver one with a dragon wrapping around it, the tail curving into the eye of the black raven, sliced right through Mai's arrow. Dead on, it split the shafts, from fletching to tip. It was a significant arrow that had sliced Mai's, made of shrapnel and carbon, it was entirely realistic. But also, a silhouette of a young woman could be seen sitting up on her knees, about two hundred yards away, fifty feet up in a tree. She was a slender young woman, with a powerful shoulder set and fair skin. Her hair was jet black, scored with dark blue and white. Her hands moved tirelessly, drawing another arrow from her quiver and nocking it in, sitting up on her knees again, it had taken her only 1.7 seconds to do those mere three actions. Effortlessly, she pulled back, the tips of her recurve bending towards her as the arrow knock touched the corner of her lips, the string resting upon the bridge of her nose. It was not long before she relaxed, and the arrow shot right through the very small space between Jenni and Bai, landing right in the heart of the tree behind them.