Twyla straddled Bastian. He put his hands on her hips and she tutted. "No no no. Someone has to punish you for all those arrows you've been shooting at me…" she chided. She took his hands and put them above his head. They had been training with her glass bow in the testing space and with a metal bow in the outside range for weeks now and she still hadn't managed to get a shot in. Bastian, however, never missed. He alternated with pure magic arrows and ones with wood or metal. He made sure to hit her everywhere with the material arrows so that she would get used to taking hits. And avoiding them. She was getting good at taking them. The bruises were now just colourful tattoos on her skin.
"Is it my fault that you're so… slow?" Bastian teased.
