Paisley cursed lightly as the arrow skimmed her shoulder. It was an injury akin to the one she had inflicted upon Sasha. It wa payback. Paisley smirked and only slightly got out of range, not wanting to go to far in case Favine needed her. She pressed a hand to her now ripped jacket and bleeding shoulder. This was her favorite jacket and now it has been ripped. She grumbled to herself.