[Training] when you know where you stand

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

She tuts and he shoots her a lazy glare for her trouble, waiting until all of her arrows are safely in the driftwood before he takes aim again. This time he's not aiming for the wood, though, and when he lets the knife loose, it neatly lops off the shaft of one of her arrows. "Oops," he says, despite it being anything but an accident. Maybe Maeve has missed him being a shit, who knows?

Tittering to himself at her reasoning, Jack can only shrug and step forward to collect his knives and the two working arrows, handing them back to her once he returns to her side. (Ain't he a gent?) "No time for a tumble in the sand? That's a sad sort of life, love," he says, testing the sharpness of his blades and having to retire one of them for sharpening. The other he throws again, and this time it finds a home in one of the crevices previously occupied by an arrow.

"You sayin' you don't trust me to visit your starry eyed goddess by myself?" he says, sounding amused. Should Maeve try to lock and load another arrow, Jack will choose this time to reach out and give her ass a playful fondle. "Which parts? Roguish charm? Razor wit? Or just my cock?"

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead