BOOM!
The crack of the sniper rifle echoed through the forest like thunder splitting the sky.
It was a distinct sound—sharper than the pistols, deeper than the shotguns.
Every elf in the clearing turned to look only to see that Leona had finally begun shooting.
This was because Luca's makeshift solution had worked perfectly.
A strip of cloth from his pack, a thick leaf folded just right, and a bit of vine to hold it in place—Leona now sported a rather charming eyepatch that covered her left eye entirely.
And the moment she'd put it on, a wave of amused murmurs swept through the crowd.
"Look at the Matriarch!"
"She looks so cute with that thing on!"
"I never thought I'd see Leona wearing something like that! She looks like a pirate!"
"A elvish pirate!"
Leona's face had burned at the comments.
She'd reached up to tear the eyepatch off immediately, but Luca had caught her hand.
"Ah ah ah." He'd chided gently. "You want to hit the target, don't you? Keep it on."
