The bow user stepped forward, slow and deliberate, his arrow was still nocked and aimed straight at Velren's chest. His fingers rested lightly on the string, a single pull away from loosing another shot.
"Mind letting us take over that beacon over there?"
His voice was casual, almost lazy, as if he were simply asking for directions instead of preparing to take Velren down.
Velren sighed, shifting his stance slightly.
"Sorry, but my class is dead last right now. So I kinda need the points."
The boy's eyes widened slightly before narrowing in thought.
"Huh. So that red beacon really does belong to Class 1-C?" A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Guess that explains why you're alone. Ya' know, I managed to hunt down quite a few of your classmates already."
Velren remained still, but his gaze sharpened.
"The ones who ran were easy enough to pick off," the bow user continued, as if reminiscing.
