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thought, turning an
eye on him in her periphery. Harlow kept the thought in the back of
her mind that if the two had become friends, like what seemed to be
going on, he would be offended by her lie.
    “ So, you saw I
moved and followed me?” Enders asked, raising an eyebrow at her as
he turned his eyes on her. Harlow noticed the way his brown hair
bounced just a bit with his walking.
    Harlow nodded.
“I've always been too nosey for my own good.” She confided,
shrugging nonchalantly, trying not to smile at him. She felt as if
she'd smiled too often since she'd arrived.
    “ Seems like I
would rather not have you on the battlefield with me.” Enders joked
with a small chuckle.
    Harlow snorted,
mentally congratulating herself for the unladylike gesture. “The
battlefield is a totally different setting, my friend.”
    Enders kept a
skeptical eye on her for a moment before turning toward the moving
crowd. “Ya know,” He started, glancing down at the sword on his
hip. “I think we'll make a fine team.”
    Harlow let a
small smile plague her lips, a small fluttering creeping into her
heart and expanding in her stomach.
    She had to remind
herself that in Sherwood City, she was a man, protecting her father
from an ill-conceived fate.
    With that notion
in mind, she pushed her legs forward, keeping her pace steady, as
she forced herself to not become totally and hopelessly enamoured
by the man next to her.
    She should've
known that would never have worked.

Chapter
Five
    Harlow held three throwing
knives in her left hand, her right hand keeping one throwing blade
at eye-level with herself and aiming down-sight at the
tree.
    Harlow exhaled slowly, a
bead of sweat making it's way down the side of her face as she kept
her posture. She felt her shirt's wet collar on the skin of her
neck. Robin had had the men out there for almost four hours now,
working on their stance, aim, and posture.
    Some of the recruits,
including Harlow, had managed to get Robin's permission to throw
knives instead of practicing archery. She stood in line, alongside
several outlaws, some holding bows with arrows ready to fire,
others holding throwing knives, ready to propel the small blades
forward.
    Harlow stood in position,
on her right a large man by the name of Reggie. On her left,
however, was Enders, who held his bow at eye-level, waiting for the
signal to fire his arrow into the tree.
    Harlow noticed his eyes
were droopy and his face was tired. He looked like he would fall
over any second now, but he stayed put, his back straight and his
eyes focused.
    It was clear that he
refused to give up until the bitter end.
    “ Fire!” Robin
shouted, verbally letting loose a frenzy of arrows and knives into
the air.
    Harlow let her fingers slip
away from the blade she'd held in her grasp, letting it fly like
the others.
    Her blade did not hit the
target.
    In fact, her knife landed
no where near the target. It, instead, curved to the left, landing
just after the tree bearing the target on it.
    She shook her head as she
looked down. She wasn't used to this amount of training. Not to
mention her lack of focus since meeting Enders. She'd been able to
forget his presence next to her for the first hour of training, but
not since then.
    And her shots during the
first hour were unmistakably great. Although, Robin didn't seem to
care.
    Now, her heart raced with
every shot. She felt like eyes were on her. She felt the undying
need to impress. To bring respect to her father's name and
legacy.
    Robin shook his head as he
made his way toward the left side of the tree, a frustrated look in
his eyes. He bent over, picking up a renegade blade from the
grass.
    Harlow's renegade
blade.
    He held the knife up
slightly, scanning the men's faces. “Who threw this?” His voice
sounded with what sounded like animosity.
    Harlow fell silent, her
heart pounding hard. She didn't want to answer, but she knew she
had no choice.
    “ Well?!” Robin
yelled, looking the crowd over, making