Briar watched on as Warren began to practice his shots, and grinned when he got them all. She'd practiced once or twice on the way to the compound with rocks she'd found on the road and some birds and squirrels as her targets. Sad to say, she wasn't as succesful as the fire Avatar. "You're a good shot," she commented. "Cocky as hell, which I like, but a good shot, which I also like." She tossed in a wink for good measure.
She turned back to Erin who'd crawled up on the cot beside her. "Rosa?" She felt a grin creep up on her lips. "Get some rest, woman," she ordered, pinching Erin's cheek lightly.
Chuckling, she stood up and went to one of the windows in the room. Outside, she could see the desert. She waved her hands, and a handful of various sized rocks flew from the sand and shattered the window, before encircling her raised hand. She glanced at the bits of glass on the ground. "Oops."
Briar walked towards Warren, the rocks now settling in a straight line before her. "Well, hotshot?" she said to him with a small grin. "Mind teaching me a bit?" If there was a war to be had, then she'd have to at least be prepared. Shooting rocks. Baby steps.