Twnnng! An arrow landed just a few inches to the left of a target's bullseye at the far end of a grassy meadow.
"Horseapples..." Time Turner leaned back, wiping sweat from his brow as he lowered the bow at his side. "Where has my vision gone these days?"
"Hey, look on the bright side, Doc." Ace turned and smirked at him from underneath his sweatband. "You've improved from last week."
"Have I? I mean really?"
"Yup!" Ace smirked as he reached back into his quiver. "I'm just better than you then and now!" He pulled Sweetie Belle loose, lined her up with his bow, and launched her.
The filly whistled through the air, horn-first. Both stallions watched--squinting--as she flew true and embedded into the center of the target. Twnnnngg!
When Sweetie vibrated to a stand-still, she blinked up at her horn having landed smack-dab in the red bullseye. She smiled. "Hey! Great shot, mister! Just promise you won't reenact Robin Hooves like last time--"
The tell-tale sound of plucked bowstring echoed from a distance, and a sharp object flew from Time Turner's position.
"Eeeek!" Sweetie Belle flailed and covered her blank flank.