"Willow! Catch!"
Willow turned just as Milo tossed a bottle of water her way. She snatched it out of the air effortlessly and shot him a quick smile before cracking it open.
Sage, unimpressed as always, rolled her eyes at both of them. Without a word, she reached into the pocket dimension on her belt, pulled out her gun, and fired a perfect shot straight into the dummy's head. The sharp crack echoed, making Willow and Milo whip their heads toward her.
"You guys do know you're going to die, right?" Sage asked flatly, her expression and tone both saying 'I'm not joking'.
"You are," Milo said immediately, pointing at her. "I'm not dying in a competition. And we've been working our asses off all week, you can't just say that."
Willow pointed at Milo without even looking at him. "What he said."
Milo flashed her a triumphant grin. Sage responded with a dramatic huff.
