She had heard it fly better instead of seeing it with her own eyes, the speed at which it traveled being able to cut noisily through the air. Sparrow had only saw the slight of Max’s arrow, and could only distinct its shape when it pegged itself into the tree, its mark close to the target’s center. She know looked upon the weapon and its master once more with new eyes; yes, the white male was tall, a brute frankly, but he also had speed and distance on his side, his aim deadly. It was a terrible combination, or at least it would be against all who find themselves at the end of the point of the arrow.
For whatever reason, the woman felt nervous, her heart shivering within her bosom. The thought of failure grew in her mind, and it threatened to sway her, as if her own mind could will her hand to move the wrong way if it felt the satisfactory of it. Everything was an inner battle for Sparrow, and she detested it. She wanted to continue to spite herself, but at that moment, she felt too proud, and turned her emotions to the weapon in hand. She funneled her anger into the arrow, shoving all her frustration into its point. Even if it would miss, it would dig greedily into the ground, the power of its launch into the soil revenge enough for her.
Sparrow felt herself tense, the string pulled tighter until she could have sworn it trembled in pressure, or it could have been her own quivering. She only held it for half a second before she released it, the breath she did not know she was holding also escaping with the arrow. Like Max’s, it was difficult to follow, but this was her arrow, and was able to follow its trail from start to finish. It met the tree’s hide, which she found was an accomplishment in itself. It actually managed to stick itself near the bull’s eye, though it was clear even from their distance that she was not as close as the male’s own arrow. But, it was her first draw. It was near perfection. Humbly, she glanced at the man’s yellow eyes, unsure what to think of this; all her anger at herself flew away with the arrow and her free breath, leaving her rather winded.
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