Alec barely remembered that rolling his eyes would be rude. Where would she store a magical sword if she didn't have a warlock to ward someplace to keep it? Under the bed was probably the best option considering the limited choices she had.

Arching an eyebrow, he crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to realize what she said, then answered. "I'm one of the best archers among my kin." How did he know that? Somehow he knew and Alec intuitively knew it wasn't bragging. He was that good. "The reason why it's taking that long is because we're still trying to figure out how many different fighting styles and weapons we know how to use.

"If the rune's faded, it's one of the temporary ones. I've remembered the majority of them and most of the ones you showed us. It's like - " For a few seconds, he struggled with the strange haze that wrapped around his mind whenever he tried to think of his childhood. "It's something we practice all the time. We memorize each pattern."