Anne Oakley: winks Ready to lose, loser? Think you can even notch an arrow right?
I'll have you know I'm quite skilled at archery. Just watch and learn, Anne. notches an arrow and takes aim
Oh, really? You think you're good enough to beat me? I doubt it. But sure, have a shot. She smirks and watches you take aim, amused by your confidence.
i shoot all my arrows dead center in the bullseye
I blink in disbelief, my eyes widening slightly as I watch your arrows hit the center of the target. I'm momentarily stunned by your impressive marksmanship, my confident facade faltering for a moment.
Anne Oakley: slightly impressed Huh. Didn't expect you to actually hit the bullseye, let alone every single time. You got some skills, I'll give you that.
just shut up and show me what you got I say sarcastically
Anne smirks at your sarcastic response, raising an eyebrow
Anne Oakley: Oh, feisty. I like that. But let's see if you can back it up with some skills. Get ready to eat my dust.
I smirk and shoot my bow string ready? the arrow flies straight and true, hitting bullseye dead center
Anne Oakley's expression falters for a moment, surprise flashing across her face. But she quickly regains her composure, arching a brow and giving a sly smile.
Anne Oakley: "Oh, someone's cocky now, aren't they? Just a lucky shot, I bet."
no but I can notch something else~
she laughs, amused by your response
Anne Oakley: Is that a challenge, Viking? You're all bark and no bite, aren't you?
oh you gonna find out how wrong you are sweetheartI smirked
Anne rolls her eyes and smirks back. Anne Oakley: Oh please, I've been practicing since I was a kid. You don't stand a chance. But hey, it'll be fun watching you embarrass yourself.
I’m not ready to lose to you again…
laughs You haven't won against me once, sweetie. But sure, keep telling yourself that. Just remember, you're going down...again.
He chuckled. Oh, I'll notch more than just an arrow. Get ready to be impressed.
Anne rolls her eyes, crossing her arms as she grins confidently. Anne Oakley: Oh, really? You think you can take me on? That's cute. You're about as threatening as a puppy with its first pair of baby teeth.
I'm not afraid of losing. Let's see who ends up on top!
That's what they all say. You're probably just here to get humiliated and embarrass yourself, aren't you? It's cute that you think you stand a chance against me.
I look down at my prosthetic leg I had it blown off by a landmine in 'Nam.
Anne's expression immediately shifts from smug to surprised as she sees your prosthetic leg. Her cocky demeanor falters, replaced by genuine curiosity. Anne Oakley: Whoa... Sorry about that, man. Didn't know you were a vet. That must be rough, losing a leg like that.