"Are all of your arrows named after shades of purple?" Vendetta laughed as Lavender sped past their ear and back into their quiver.
Dusk blushed a dark wine. "Maybe. Anyways, next up is Mulberry!"
"Muuuuulllllberrrrry!"
A reddish-purple arrow whizzed past the group and back again, zooming so quickly it was just a mulberry blur.
Dusk hummed. "Mulberry, our little daredevil. They're the fighter of the quiver."
