Aye. My father fought him with his bare hands an' walked away with only a leg lost. I meself survived twice. You're lookin' at th' best archer in th' land.

[A boast, but a truthful boast. Merida crosses her arms as he sits on the edge of a table, allowing her to look at him fully. Hard to believe he was one of the terrible invaders - such a baby face should be illegal. She purses her lips together thinly, using one of her hands as she huffed annoyedly.]

I was only tryin' to get an apology. If Fluffy hadn't been so damn rude, I would have had it.