“Oh.” She said. “Well, that’s good. It’s nice to know that you weren’t going to ask that... most people do.” The fair skinned female blushed a rosy red and shot him an embarrassed smile while she rubbed the back of her neck.

They trained long and hard while at the gym and Sin even sported a few new bruises that were certainly well earned on Clint’s part and once they parted ways for the evening Sin sneaked back out through the halls from her rooms on base and to the indoor firing range. The halls were dark thankfully and her footsteps light.

 To wind down she decided to shoot her bow. The white rowan wood was enchanted so that it would never break and the horsehair string was the same. Pulling her bow and handmade leather quiver from her modern rugged plastic bow case she got herself ready her hair pulled back into a ponytail so it stayed out of her face as she slung the black quiver across her back, her arrows were a mixture of modern carbon fiber with Styrofoam feathers and others were hand crafted with either stone or bone tips with either black raven’s feathers or just some hawk feathers she had found some year or so back. 

One breath... she took stance, two... she knocked and drew an arrow, and three... she let it fly straight into the bull’s eye. The familiar actions soothed her, though it strained one particular bruise between her shoulder blades where her back had hit the ground too hard from sparring with Clint earlier that day.