A huge bow appeared in Tsundria's left hand as an arrow appeared in her right one, both items out of a sparkling white mist. She nocked the arrow and pointed it's tip at Byron, opening her mouth to say, "Now, give me the sword or say bye to your life." Her voice was full of seriousness that even the huge boulders beside them kept quite... as if they knew how to talk.
"I'm sorry we have to do it the hard way," she added and drew her bow.
Byron stared at her with a smile on his face, a sign that he was not afraid of her threats.
"Go on, shoot me!"
What else could he say? Nothing!
Because of the distance she had travelled to pick up her dress, there was now a 10-meter interval between them. He could not pounce at her before she could release the arrow. As for dodging it, he would be too full of himself to believe that he could do so. That's why he urged her to go on and shoot him.
