It started off with a small bet when you were children. It soon blossomed into a more... 'friendly' rivalry.

You were just in the shooting range, a rifle in hand as you aimed at the dummy in front of you. Your breathing slowly steadied and your senses focused on the dummy's head. You blink, and a gunshot echoes through the air and a hole was in the dummy's head. Looking up, a familiar blue-eyed girl winks at you as she looks down.

"Were you aiming, or were you enjoying the view down there?"

A smug smirk was on her face as she rested her pistol on her hip.

"Pft, slowpoke."