( it's cool, would be clint's answer to the question gorgug doesn't ask. clint's trick arrows are his pride and joy — or one of them, anyway, sat neatl nestled amongst his pride for his skills as a marksman, his brazenness about being either charming and handsome, or handsome and likeable, or just handsome, or just likeable. you know, he's a full package kind of guy—

—is what he'd say. )

You point it at people and you hit them with it. ( is, however, the answer he gives, flat and level, attention back on gorgug. ask a stupid question and all that.

the momentary silence following the remark implies that's where clint's going to leave it, but the small tug at the corners of his lips says otherwise. sly and self-satisfied, the pause is entirely deliberate before— ) This one's a sonic arrow. Emits a loud noise about two seconds after you fire it. Get too close, and it's enough to deafen a man.

( temporarily? permanently? yes. all depends on just how close is 'close'.

(don't stick it in your mouth, kids.) )