Thunk.
Fuck, this was hopeless.
Thunk.
Damn it.
"You know, Glimmer, your arrow is supposed to hit the heart, the center of the target."
Gloss wasn't being very nice today.
Thunk.
Well, wasn't this training session going swimmingly?
"Why don't you pick another weapon?" Marvel asked later. "Wouldn't it be easier?"
"I guess, but I always wanted to use that weapon. Besides, what kind of Career would I be if I gave up?" Glimmer turned to face him, determination radiating from her face.
Unbeknownst to Glimmer, she did strike a heart that day, and she didn't even have to aim.
I rewrote this like 6 times trying to come up with a decent excuse to use that last line. I hope it turned out okay.
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