He was kind of used to the abuse at this point, but it was still adorable that Will thought she had an ice cube's chance in hell of hurting him. Though his eyesbrows arched up at the idea of him playing the role of Marian. "Relatively sure that the role of Robin Hood this morning is being played by Nigel, you'd be Scarlett Will, and I would more appropriately be assigned to Little John." 

He threw himself down on the grass anyway, tugging at it. As he watched Will pretend like she was actually going to shoot a Slytherin boy in the back. He wanted to scoff at her for her hesitation. The way that her eyes narrowed as she pretended to aim was just…. irritating. She needed to be confident. Whether she was Scarlett Will or Robin  Hood, she seriously lacked confidence and conviction. "You look like you're going to hurt someone, probably yourself." 

Nat sighed as he hopped up and took the two steps towards Will. "A Liittle further." He placed a hand on hers for a moment as if to help her draw back the bow, then stopped and removed it. "And you're aiming way too low, The arrow will hit the ground long before it makes it to him. I'd think you didn't want to hit him" As if he didn't know that already.

He'd learned to shoot from his grandfather, and fencing, because that was as close to swordplay as was respectable anymore. Nat had to promise not to tell his parents, but it had been totally worth it. "A Little More You'll know when you've gone far enough, the bow will break. Not break like in half, but it feels different. You'll be able to tell."