Sobek Croix is way out of Kate's way, but the farther away she is from home base, the less likely she is to run into somebody who doesn't need to know that she is skilled in archery. Anybody who knows is fine, she doesn't care. But Erik, Raven, and John are in the 'Needs to think that Kate's just a regular teen' department. She'd like to keep them there until further notice as well.

Stalked out on a low tree branch, Kate quietly eyes Faramir as she raises her bow, arrow locked and loaded. One eye on him in case of sudden movements, she tugs the bow's string firmly and carefully and releases her fingers with just a bit of finesse that comes with experience.

Just because she timed it right means the arrow enters the flickering flames of the fire far away from Faramir and exits the other side aflame, sparkling all the way in a shower of purple glitter as it slams into a nearby tree. Man, she loves these trick arrows a little too much.