breath in and pull the trigger

Max Klein · 05-07-2012, 08:20 AM

[html]

(306)

In comparison, Max was still learning when it came to the bow. He was not as naturally talented as Ezekiel, but he was stronger and did not tire from the repetitive motion as quickly. Distance combat was something he did not favor, knowing his strength was in being close and personal with the enemy. Archery was, however, an effective and deadly means of controlling a situation. If they had a line, as Alma had suggested, then a horde of invaders could be cut down long before they reached the innermost part of The Waste. That idea was thrilling to him.

The big hybrid was close enough that he could sense her body shifting. It was exciting to realize he was teaching someone, Max realized suddenly, and smiled broadly at the idea. Him, a teacher. Up until recently he had never considered himself true equal, but now he was doing what he had wanted to since the ranks had first been explained to him. No one else would need to worry if they were capable of defending themselves. No one else would get hurt.

“Good,” he said, and reached over her arm. “Take the arrow and use your other hand to help guide it; your other hand should hold the end of the arrow, near the feathers. Don’t squeeze the nock—the wood part after the feathers—or you’ll mess up your shot. You should spread your strength out evenly. Think about the tree,” Max went on. “If you were a tree, you’d hold onto all the leaves the same.”

He drew his own arm back in a two step motion. The first went sharply high, elbow out, and then drew back fully until he was touching his lower jaw. “Full draw this time,” he instructed. “Balance the pull by pushing the bow forward, keep your balance.”

Login




Remember me Lost Password?