Oh, Natalia really wanted to finish that insult—
“‘Insufferable brat’,” the princess said immediately, a calm yet cool smile on her face. She was fine with telling this kid that he was annoying her; hopefully he’d take the hint and get out. Ah, but it seemed she wouldn’t have such luck. Now he wanted a demonstration of her skills.
“I would love to show you— ah, one moment. I will need some targets…” Natalia, on cue, reached into her small travel pouch and pulled out an intricate, bone whistle. It was a monster whistle, gifted to her from her uncle, the Duke, for such purposes as target practice but also because the princess-of-talents showed interest in taming beasts… She was quite the fiery one, Natalia was.
Natalia blew the whistle and as she waited for whatever chose to wonder out of the wood, she readied her bow. She took the proper stance, casually humming as she watched the edge of the forest. A few bird-like monsters dove out of the wood and started flapping their wings furiously.
“Lieutenant, you may want to step aside,” she warned, smiling as she drew three arrows from her quiver and nocking them expertly.
Insufferable brat? Oh that was truly unacceptable. “I believe you need to rework your vocabulary, Princess. I am not a brat.” Why, he was far more mature than most of the intolerable people around here. Including his own older brother, he might boast at times. “If anyone, you are the one showing such an attitude. Quite unfit for a Princess.” Oh, he needed to stop. After all, she was royalty. There could be profit to gain between this country and Strahta if he kept on her good side. But my goodness. How could he possibly fathom to keep on the good side of a person like her?
Without regard. At least he would be given the pleasure of seeing the Princess attempt to hit a few targets with her arrows. Hubert was more knowledgeable on the aspects of close-combat rather than distant; though he knew a thing or two regarding it, and used such techniques himself through the use of guns. Alas, his knowledge on bow and arrow were… Lacking.
Hubert folded his arms behind the small of his back patiently, watching as Natalia used that small, white whistle to call out some ‘targets’. Monsters, more or less. How foolish, Hubert wished to scold. There was no reason to call out true enemies for a demonstration. It would just cause trouble for him if he needed to dispatch them if the Princess got overwhelmed. There was hardly any use to that… But, for once, he held his tongue.
At least until that condescending comment. “Oh, of course Princess. I wouldn’t want to get hit by one of your arrows,” he muttered, taking a single step back, his arms remaining folded behind his back. He’d watch patiently to see if her skills were even worth acknowledging. Though he was ready to step in at anytime if things got out of hand.