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As final top four were decided, the range was reset. Targets moved and such. But Piper wasn't paying attention to that, she was busy staring at Terran as he was staring at her. Both blank in their looks but obviously searching for something in each other. Easily enough one could tell, they both wanted answers. Giving a look to Malik and a squeeze of his hand with somewhat of a smile she pulled away from him, heading back to the range. Terran was going to learn what a good archer was.

He just smirked, looked once at Malik and then headed back to the range as well, along with the other's who came out on top. Twenty of them in all, all human except for himself and Piper, and three females in the entire bunch. Though of course he chose his spot to stand, right next to Piper. "Well well, here we are again, Miss Silverfeather."

"Pity it isn't a pleasure, Mr. Gale." She was quiet a moment, looking over her bow. "Tell me, Terran Gale...what is it that you want from me?"

"It is not me who wants anything from you. Which is why I would kindly appreciate if you kept your knight away from me. No need to kill the messenger."

"If the messenger deserves it. Who are you working for?"

"Oh...someone who has been looking for you for a very very long time. Well, not long to us elves, but still. Did you expect to run away and have no one follow after you? Tsk, tsk. Foolish little elf."

"You are making this difficult on yourself Mr. Gale..." She as every archer as well, went about evaluating her target. Of course with elvish eyes and skill she did it quicker and gave off the appearance of not really caring or focusing for that matter. Piper suspected even the humans would make it thought the first five or ten elimination rounds. As in most cases in tournaments, it was basic accuracy that as being scored. Those too far off center got the boot, and distance would be be gradually increased. To human eyes, the farther the distance the harder it was to hit the center of the target. Poor things. Though these rounds were based on one shot. If you didn't get a good shot, that was if for you. Of course no problem for her at all. "Give me a name now."

"That would ruin the fun though. You're a woman, aren't you supposed to like surprises? To think after what...a good fifty-two years, here you are. A slave to a drow. My how the mighty have fallen."

And at the moment, she knew how she was going to win this. Just as he had done to her earlier, she knew she could easily throw his aim. "Do you think that's what I am to him? How amusing..."

Oh you could feel the hatred rolling off of Malik when Terran stood right by Piper and started talking. Soem people moved out form around him while his eyes fixated on Terran and Piper, a scowl on his face at him being even that close to her in a competition.


Onyx waved to his brother.

"Good Luck!"

And then turned his attention back to Bode...and looked around...and grabbed a ladies scarf, picked up a stick off the ground, and viola, instant red flag.

"There you are, one red flag to wave for Piper."

She giggled as she waved the makeshift flag. "Yay Piper! Yay Piper!" she shouted. Not a whole lot were cheering for her. Either they knew who she wasn' or they didn't want a girl to win the competion.

She stretched out voer her seat, waving the flag as hard and wide as she could.

Piper's attention briefly went to the stands, seeing Bode as happy as ever and being her own little private cheer section, little red flag and all. How adorable really. But it was all too easily seen that the two were getting frustrated with each other as they kept matching shots. And one could also see the apparent suspicion of the score keepers. Dead center shots seemed way to easy to make for these two. Of course, being the ever curious little humans, they had to check things out. Two elves gave exasperated sighs as they were stopped from their shots and told to hand over their equipment. Piper smirked as tournament officials were going about inspecting her equipment. Though she sneered lightly when Terran poked at her shoulder.

"Seems we have a moment of free time. Time for stories then?

Fine then, start the story now and tell him the best part when he took to shooting again."Oh to tell a tale as grand as this, not something you'll hear everyday. Elves of the light and elves of the dark, never the twain shall meet. On old elven saying as I'm sure you know. Let us imagine a forest, and only elf dressed in red wandering it's depths looking for her friend. And but who should she stumble upon but another elf. More so wondrous a dark elf, above ground no less. An offer of help turns into a deal, and thus from a deal blooms and companionship under false pretenses." A slight pause. "Next thing she knows, she finds herself trapped in a collar and learns of this dark one's ways. Other tell her she's neck deep in trouble, perhaps literally and she says one thing back to them, 'I am not afraid'."

Terran seemed rather amused by it really, and looked like a child listening to a rather entrancing story he'd never heard before. Chatter was duly hushed as tournament officials re-approached them, not with their own equipment but with tournament issued gear. Obviously a way for them to prove they weren't cheating. More so by being told to shoot at the same time. Both watched each other with a moment as they notched arrows on bow strings and took brief glances at their targets, releasing arrows, and both hitting dead centers again. The officials really just stared a moment at them, perhaps slightly amazed...or slightly suspicious. They were damn good. But they decided to observe more and let them continue, using the tournament equipment of course. Conclusion came to if they went on too much longer, they would call draw. "Did I mention I don't share my victories?"

"And you assumed I did?" Now are you going to shut up and listen and shoot or are you going to go on like that?" And she watched him move into his motions. "From this bold statement flourishes a kinship between the two and slave is not the word he would use for her. Nor would she call him master at all. Affections come about, leading to more intimate interludes and one day this drow who needs nobody finds himself going on a trip to follow her to the ends of the worlds to keep sight of her, to not loose her." Piper paused watching Terran carefully, he seemed to be concentrating extremely hard as he was lining up his shot. Ha, he was getting all too intrigued by this little tale. Good.

Terran chuckled, attempting not to show his growing distaste over what she was telling him. It was disturbing enough that Malik had been on the surface...drow didn't leave the Underdark as far as he knew...at least not frequently. But he really was trying to keep his focus on his target other than go to strike at her for being such an idiot, let alone being so comfortable with this story. Almost like she wanted it.

A smirk of her own as he pulled back on his arrow, tensing the bowstring. "He would come to give a new name to her then. He would call her love." A visible twitch from Terran at the word. "And so they set out to sate her wanderlust, letting time pass as it may and a bond flourish. Then ending up in a place they would have to learn to be themselves all over again, and he would find a new name for her. Elves of the light and elves of the dark and seems the two can meet. Now, he would call her," she paused, seeing Terran's grip on his arrow lessen in a motion of about to let go, "...fiance' and she would tell him 'to death and beyond'."

Well that did it. Terran jerked to look at her with complete disapproval and utter shock really. Of course that jerk threw him aim horribly. He still hit the target but on it's edge. But seemed he could are less as he was staring at her as if she had just killed his mother right in front of him. "You...what?"

"Surprise surprise." Piper only laughed and notched her own arrow, barely taking a look at the target as she sent an arrow off, hitting dead center. Till that time, their points had been locked up...but Terran follied and she got a perfect shot. And thus a smirk at Terran. "Looks like I've bested you Mr. Gale. You should really learn to watch your reactions to stories if you want to hear them."

"Alright Piper! Way to go!"

Onyx cheered and chuckled, holding little Bode up into the air, tossing her a bit and catching her, before settling down with her in his lap. Wonder what she said to him that got that kind of a reaction. and woo boy did it ever get a reaction.


Malik grinned lightly, knowing that look on an elf. the 'oh my god what the hell did you just say' look. She must have told him about thier relationship. only thing he coudl think of off hand that would get that reaction. unless she'd said something very nasty about him and/or his kin. Either way, Piper wins this event, and Terran gets to sting of knowing he lost to someone other than another Koada'Dal. How pleasent an outcome.

"Well done, Piper. Well done."

He clapped for her, and gave one of those maliciously evil smiles to Terran..the ones that said just a little longer and you belong to me. After all, Time is all he needed. just wait till Piper got what she wanted, and then Terran was going to get his.

Malik went from pleased to rather upset when Terran jerked on her collar, and his hand instinctivly to a sword that wasn't there..before getting up and walking over to Piper, the other smiling and waving and heading off on the lizard to see if they coudl catch Moonstone's competition. Malik picked her up with a grin, nd gave her a kiss, before setting her down and glancing in the way that Terran had stomped off.

"Let me guess. he knows about us now...and what did he tell you when he jerkd your collar? If I'd had Malvolence on me he wouldn't have made it two steps without sticking out of his back."

Then he mussed her hair, just because.

"The other two offer congradulations, particularly Bode, and they just went to see if they coudl catch Moonstone's competition. Apparently I wasn't the only one poisoned..another lost a life."

"Now now piper, I know that look on you rface at what he said. you forget my eyes are as sharp as yours. But if your not as worried as you appeared to be, then it's nothing to worry about. and I think that was a great way for a bit of payback."

Ah, there it was, Malvolence back in his grip..he just looked at it for a moment with a grin, before strapping it to his waist. see he didn't even draw it just to have it in his hand again. he was being a good Malik.

"Which means the guards weren't just focusing on me, they were looking to get rid of competition in pretty much all events. You know I bet thier king is beside himself with teh fact that despite his augments of thier weapons or armor, they are still not able to best me or Onyx."