PRINCE OF ARCHERY

“Nice to meet you as well. And I dunno? I guess it can do good- I mean, it’s meant for creating heroes, right?”

Liam shrugged his shoulders. “I guess so.” he answered. “Yeah it’s meant for that. But what’s the odds of it actually succeeding?”

“I think it’s only a matter of time before you wreck the whole school.” she joked, grabbing the first weapon she saw, which just so happened to be nun-chucks.

“Yeah..I’m guessing 2 or 3 days.” Liam went along with the joke. “Nun-chucks, you gonna go saving lives with nun-chucks?” he asked, chuckling a little. 

                    “I could care less about whatever fancy           equipment they are giving out.” Alyx rolled her eyes Even if she actually cared about the purpose       &          nbsp;   of Mount Justice, she still would roll her eyes at           the weapons.  Weapons weren’t needed when she a)           didn’t care about ‘saving people’ and b) could freeze           anyone with a wave of her hand.

A small amused chuckle left her lips as she heard that broad yet accurate guess. “I’m certain that there are heroes and villains alike who use old-fashioned weapons yet don’t have a super power,” there was a hesitant pause before Camellia nodded, “but you’re correct, I have a few advantages.”

“Really? I can’t name one- so if you can then that’ll prove you right.” Liam said, laughing a little. “So, you gonna end up telling me what your super power is?”

“Oh, that makes sense. Kinda.” Ben replied, giving the elder a smile of his own. “I’m Benjamin. Or Ben, or Benny. Whichever works.”

“Ben. Nice to meet you. So what do you think about all this school, initiative stuff?”

“I prefer old-fashioned weapons, like a whip or a giant mallet, but I can see the beauty of it.” she quickly replied, brushing her hand against the cold metal. Though she preferred using something closer to her powers and more alive, there was something about their design that drew her in.

“Old-school, interesting.” Liam said, chuckling a little. He tested the weapon and grinned at how fast and how accurate his shot was. “So have you got powers? I’m just assuming that’s why you would like old-fashion weapons. Probably because you don’t need it. Am I right?”

A small annoyed sigh left the red lips of Camellia, her unnaturally green eyes narrowed as she walked out of the ear-shatteringly loud building and towards the forest. It had only been an hour or so since she’s arrived and yet, she already missed Gotham; sweet sweet Gotham with her mother’s often quiet and precious botanical garden and their messy, garden and gym-filled home. To tell the truth, she knew from her mom’s psychology lessons that she could be considered as home-sick. Not once in her life did she ever get so easily annoyed at a noise, especially since she was raised by her mom’s shouting and loud singing. Yet here she was, walking away from those pesky loud teens and to a place she always felt safe, near the Green.

Removing those pesky rubber shoes that her mom forced her to wear, she threw it to the side of an empty path before running through the forest, large roots seemingly raising itself to meet her feet’s path and protect her from any dirt or injury. Camellia continued running for a few minutes, only stopping when the trees called out to her, warning her of an incoming person. Placing her back close to the strongest tree, she raised an arm which allowed vines to crawl out of her sleeves, before calling out, “I know you’re there. Show yourself.”

“Oh hello there. I’m one of the students, just checkin out the place. I’m Liam Queen.”  he said, extending his hand out. 

“I- uh- don’t want to alarm you, but you seem to have something on your face. I don’t think it’s anything bad, just a bit prominent. Just right there in the middle.”

“Yeah its the cake from earlier on. I’m saving it for later.” Liam laughed at his own joke. He quickly wiped it off and grinned. “I’m Liam by the way.”

“hey-uh, um, i’m not sure but i think this might be yours. you might’ve dropped it on the floor?”

“Oh thanks man. I’m Liam Queen.”