Bull's Eye
"Lucky shot," Rattrap says, and before Silverbolt can muster an indignant response, the lady in question turns and fires.
Rattrap ducks, but it isn't him she aims at.
"I guess that's another lucky shot." she replies, sweet as the honey that now coats Rattrap's frame. Rattrap sputters a little through the remains of the beehive that she had so casually shot down to land atop his helm. She cackles, giving Silverbolt a slow wink before sauntering off.
"Femmes," Rattrap says in disgust. He waves ineffectively at the angry bees swarming and though Silverbolt suppresses a chuckle, his smile wins through.
A/N: 100 words; written for the prompt 'Bull's eye'. I like picking on Rattrap.