Slowly, Aren watched as her quiver depleted, round after round. He was keeping her busy, certainly. At one point, he hopped to his feet with a sigh, suddenly shouting out.

"Knife, top right!"

Even as he shouted, he himself pulled the immense longbow from his back. In the always-smooth motions brought on by a life of training, he pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocked, drew, aimed, and released in hardly a few seconds, sending one of his shafts ripping just past her head, apparently trying to see how she would react to the sudden 'threat', either trying to break her focus, or test her reflexes. Perhaps both. At least he was unpredictable in his teachings...