[Benedikta's eyes shoot to the man tending to the booth, and she has half a mind to pop one of his eyes instead... if her pride wasn't already on the line, or if Cid hadn't stirred her more competitive side. She has three darts left—]
Hard and fast? Is that not what I did? I'm not sure what you mean.
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[Benedikta's eyes shoot to the man tending to the booth, and she has half a mind to pop one of his eyes instead... if her pride wasn't already on the line, or if Cid hadn't stirred her more competitive side. She has three darts left—]
Hard and fast? Is that not what I did? I'm not sure what you mean.
[—and she intends to make them count.]