The stick landed on Match's clothes and pinned her at the hazel bark. With a sudden blow, the arrow latched onto the little girl, disabling her movements. Match tried wiggling her body and escaping the bolt, trapping her, but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, the dart remained in place. She grunted at every attempt, but it was futile to do anything at her will.
Match's flames couldn't reach me as they plummeted to the ground. The violent red flames wore out before they could even touch my feet. My shaft was twice as faster than her spell, disrupting her focus at targeting me.
I couldn't even see my arrow drifting towards Match until it hit her body.
I raised my hands and brushed off my victorious battle against Match's face. What we were doing right now was a competition between us. Match could not help but let out a snicker as she accepted her defeat. We filled the scene with vibrant waves of laughter right after our sparring battle.
