[h3][center][color=8000f8]Trinity Stratos[/color][/center][/h3]
Heh, Emperor Nero. Riiiight. The young lady gave a soft chuckle, rolling her eyes as Nero rolled one joke into another, terrible pun. When the genie-mage stepped up to the range, Trinity began to watch carefully. She was a little confused when he called his attack. [i]Slayer[/i] magic? Well, maybe it was Genie Slayer magic at that. To be a genie would be to grant wishes, but... Slayer Magics were typically more direct, right?

Oh. That's because he makes up whatever. "[color=8000f8]You [i]are[/i] a stinker. Such a deceptive tactic, though I suppose it's only natural. If that's what you've got, you've gotta do something tricky with it. But, surely, that isn't your [i]only[/i] attack...? Aah, but I understand if you want to keep some secret techniques... well, secret.[/color]"

"[color=8000f8]Here, I'll shoot next.[/color]" Trinity stepped up to the range next. She shouldn't show off too much, since she's in the tournament, but a little bit shouldn't hurt. The archer-minstrel motioned, as though pulling an arrow from her quiver, and as she conitued the motion to put that arrow to her string, it formed in her hand. A plain arrow, pristine, sharp, and true. She loosed the arrow into the target in front of her, scoring a good hit near the bullseye. With a quick "[color=8000f8]repeat,[/color]" she pulled her bowstring again. Another arrow formed, and she loosed it. Not far from the first. Closer to center, actually. She fires a series of ten shots, scoring one bullseye with no outliers.

"[color=8000f8]There. Not bad, ey?[/color]" The minstrel dismisses her bow and quiver, turning to her compaions with a smile. She'd step down from the range for now, wondering if someone else wanted a turn.