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[Here is Noire. She is just hanging around at one of the campsites. Usually she would be keeping to herself but today is special. She just saw Inigo walking around with some of the local girls. Who does this guy think he is, flirting with another girl that isn't her. This is ruffling her feathers a lot, okay. This is supposed to be her that he's supposed to be talking to, not some floosy that he just met.

So, after a bit of studying, she's actually pulling out her bow and aiming accordingly. A little more, a little more...and...!

There goes the arrow, already flying toward the girl and landing right next to her foot. Noire makes a noise of sheer disappointment at first, knowing her plan to slay the opposition has failed and that Inigo may not flirt with her because of it. Sadness is now enveloping her as she just fidgets to herself over where she is, before she takes another shot- this time aiming at Inigo's foot...

And there it goes once more, and soon enough, a flurry of arrows has been unleashed from the seemingly timid girl. Inigo had better think of something fast at this point, or else.]