A Fight (2)

Clara fought tooth and nail as she swung her bow at Pinra's very punchable face. The smug bastard kept on smirking at her, and she somehow managed to evade every single swipe that she tried to get her with.

"Is there something wrong, Lady Clara?" Pinra mockingly taunted her. "Surely you can hit someone right in front of you."

"Stop moving!"

It was both infuriating and embarrassing. Clara was never the best at melee. While she could perform decently if push came to shove, her real skill had always been in archery. 

Despite this, she didn't care that she was fighting against someone clearly more skilled than her. What mattered most to her right now was to slug Pinra's face in with whatever weapon she had available to her. Whether it was her bow or her fists, she didn't care. 

She really just wanted to bash her head in.

"Come on! You have to hit me someday!" Pinra cackled.