Cee was a bit impressed how good this guy was with his bow. She definitely wasn't suited to battle a ranged fighter, nor one who almost never missed.
It kinda pissed her off.
She was getting used to the feel of hits against her shield. Each fight dampened her instinctual expectation of pain and force so she shrugged them off much easier. Of course she was also becoming more sensitive to the feeling of it fading and breaking and she knew she was near her limit. <********. Not again.
"I guess you can mold em easier the younger they are right?" Cee struck again, again simply skinning the young man.
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HP: 7/40
Dmg: 2
Charge: 2/3