Iris steps out of her tent, bow slung across her back and her quiver full of arrows. She chewed on the insides of her cheeks as she scanned the clearings for any groupmates out an about. They needed to patrol given the issues with the Rabins, or at least hunt. She moves towards a fire.
Xavier glances at Iris and decides to mess with her. He wipes the poison off one of his knives. He tosses the clean knife in an arc towards her. "Think fast!" He shouts, hoping it would skim past her arm and cut her a bit so she'd freak out. He grins, watching the knife fly through the air.