Of course I can calculate an arc! [ Challenge accepted! Kate rubs dirt and sweat out of an eyebrow and tries to get a better look at the king, his retinue, the style of his armor. She aims higher. ]

I can do both. I'm going to shoot this asshole and take him out of commission while pointing out that just assuming everyone's awful just because it's medieval times is stupid. They're just people, most of them probably don't even really want to be here. At least the guys on our side. How hard is it to just avoid stabbing anybody in a turban?

[ They come around a knot of knights and, with a glance at the banners to check the wind, Kate lets an arrow fly, a long arcing shot toward King Guy. ]