The archer

'Mocking whispers echoed through the grand hall, attempting to confuse the royal guard. "Look at you, Archer, thinking you can save your king. You, a human," The voice continued, "You, a woman." A dark snicker bubbled through the hall, almost masking nails and scales scraping on stone. As the voice continued it's mockery she readied herself, quietly locating her target. "The eyes would have to do," she thought, "eyes are the gates to the soul. And hopefully, as nature intended, to the grey matter that rules the beast.