Violet
A girl held her bow to the ready, aiming it at a target.
"Alright, Regalia," her mind whispered to her, "remember your training."
She lifted her hand, and a beam of light pointed to the center of the target. She lined her arrow up with the light, and fired.
Bullseye.
"Very good," a woman said, "now try not using your semblance."
Regalia nodded, then pointed her bow and an arrow to the next target. She fired, and got another bullseye.
"Three more!"
She fired another, hitting another bullseye.
"Two! Do you want to do well at Beacon?"
Bullseye.
"Now, your final one. Make it, and I will personally take you to the airship myself."
Regalia sighed, loading her weapon, and aimed. Four in a row without her semblance, can it really be done? She relied on the light to guide her ever since she learned she could bend it.
Fire!
The arrow flew through the air, spiraling towards it's target.
Bullseye.
Regalia dropped to her knees, panting.
"Well done. I will see you off tomorrow."