Jeffrey notched an arrow and aimed it at one of the red and white targets. He closed one eye before releasing the imperial gold tipped arrow, watching it zip through the air and hit the target. "Dang." It was a couple of inches away from the bulls eye. "See, Kit, this is why I'm a lover and not a fighter. Or an archer." He turned to look at his half brother with a smirk on his face. He'd dragged Cupid into the power developing area to give him an excuse to flirt with people. "I know we aren't as good as the Apollo hotties, but that doesn't mean we have to be lightly above mediocre." The son of Cupid explained to the other as he lowered his bow and winked in the direction of two girls. One waved back while the other just scoffed and towed the other one away. She must've heard about Jeffrey. Oh, well.
"Speaking of beautiful ladies, how's Jena? I bet she's full of surprises." The Roman chuckled and reached over his shoulder for another arrow.