Alec tried to imagine pulling his bow to his chest and found that he couldn't. With the feathers of the arrow brushing his cheek, he felt utterly in control. He could sight his target, aim quickly and fire with balance and precision that he wouldn't have if he had to clumsily tuck the arrow against his chest and fire.
"You know your stances," Alec remarked with a nod. It wasn't that big a surprise, really. He lived with Isabelle who knew her weapons just as well as he did, just as well as Alec did. She could handle his bow and arrow, her dagger, a seraph blade and her whip and still manage to grin and flirt without trouble.
"That your weapon of choice, then?" he wondered, both curious and gauging. Downworlders were so different here and each time Alec learned about some new power, some new group, something else popped up that demanded his immediate attention.
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"You know your stances," Alec remarked with a nod. It wasn't that big a surprise, really. He lived with Isabelle who knew her weapons just as well as he did, just as well as Alec did. She could handle his bow and arrow, her dagger, a seraph blade and her whip and still manage to grin and flirt without trouble.
"That your weapon of choice, then?" he wondered, both curious and gauging. Downworlders were so different here and each time Alec learned about some new power, some new group, something else popped up that demanded his immediate attention.
Hodge would have loved the variety.