A pale girl holds the bow in her hands timidly before pulling back the string while loosely holding the arrow between her slender fingers. With a rigid back and perfect posture her yellow eyes narrow in concentration. The target which is only a mere 50 feet away slowly becomes the only thing she can see. Becoming painfully aware of her breath she holds it in for just a moment to still her body and her mind. With a slow exhale she lets loose the arrow.

	The arrow flies about 45 feet before hitting the ground no where near the target and she hangs her head in frustration. 

	[b][color=f7941d]"DAMNIT!"[/color][/b] she hisses under her breath. A small black crow flutters down and lands on her shoulder and looks into her eyes with its head cocked to the side. 
	
	[color=f7941d][b]"Yeah I saw! You don't have to rub it in![/b][/color]" She says a little too loud to the bird. No one else can understand the crow that follows her. Her outburst causes the crows to fly away to a safe distance on a nearby branch. She bites her lower lip and makes a face somewhere between disappointment and anger. I am not suited for this kind of combat. I am a commander not a fighter. 

	She pauses when she hears the fighting of the other members. She notes that many have good points. Though she thinks to herself that it is perhaps the difference of skill and powers that combined make a powerful force rather than any single path being the correct path. She does take this chance however to toss aside her bow and pick up her staff. She feels far more comfortable with it that she does any combat weapon. 

	It was at this time that an ice user struts in with a puffed chest and starts saying rude things to the others. Suddenly he takes a less than confident member up half a mile in the sky on a piece of ice. She doesn't understand all of what he said but she prepared herself to intervene if it was necessary. This might be an important and necessary lesson for the boy but there is a point that is too far.