With a sharp, dismissive flick of his wrist, Magnus tossed the arrow onto the frozen ground, letting it clatter away into the snow. The casual desecration of the weapon caused Leiko's smirk to falter for a fleeting second, his eyes flinching at the waste of such a finely crafted tool.
Looking at Leiko and the target who was now nothing more than a fading dot on the horizon, Magnus let out a cold, sharp laugh. "If you were truly as strong as you claim, why haven't you caught and taken down the target yet?"
Before Leiko could form his retort, Magnus cut him off, his voice dripping with mockery. "I forgot. You can't even close the distance to him."
Leiko's expression darkened, his smirk tightening into a snarl. "I wasn't serious," he snapped, his voice clear with annoyance. "Unlike someone who has been wasting their fancy toothpicks and has yet to actually hit something."
"I would have succeeded," Magnus retorted, his eyes flashing with lethal intent, "if you hadn't interfered."
