Mary hits every single target right on the bullseye. She knows that already, so she's been trying to hit the moving target dummies. She hits most of them somewhere in the head area, but being the perfectionist she is, she wants to hit each one on the forehead or the eye.
She's wearing a black tank top, violet shorts, and violet trainers. She's dressed for comfort, but her outfit is still colour-coordinated. It comes with the territory of being a daughter of Apollo; she knows what colours complement each other.
Taking a deep breath, she narrows her eyes, looking down the shaft of the arrow. There's a still moment, where she relaxes, and then she lets the arrow fly. It hits the middle of the forehead. She lets out a happy squeal and spins around excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She's so caught up in her victory that she doesn't notice the girl behind her. Mary's bow hits the girl on the chin with a resounding smack.
"Oh my gods, I am so sorry!" Mary squeaks, dropping her bow and rushing towards the girl. "Are you alright? Do you need to go to the infirmary?"