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The Marbas had been situated atop the branch with his bow patiently awaiting her instruction. As the male thought when he saw the rabbits, Axelle’s strategy was to have him fire at moving targets. She explained that they were harder to hit than motionless targets, but it would allow him to learn quicker. Mido didn’t question the female warrior; he would have to believe her without a doubt if he wanted to get better. The half and half positioned the bow in his hand and aimed it in the direction of the small cluster of hopping rodents.
He’d listened to closely to every word that escaped her lips. The split colored woman essentially placed him in a trance. He held a focus on one gray and white colored hare that couldn’t be rivaled. Axelle made physical adjustments to his fingers and posture, mentally taking note of the feel. The male noticed a slight shift in his vision when narrowing and closing one eye or the other. She warned to wait for the right moment of absolute certainty without losing the target. For him this was easier said then done, the tension created by drawing the bow was immense and put a lot of strain on his arms.
The Huskadore released the grip his fingers held on the string for he could hold on much longer. The arrow’s travel was seemingly instantaneous, unable to see it before actually hitting his target. The arrow head plowed through its lower end, from the left side the rear through the hip and into the ground. YYEESSS! His outburst caused the creatures to run around in frantic chaos. He felt a little bad though, aiming for the head, the large hare now probably suffered in agony; Axelle probably would have made a head shot, keeping it painless. The mix looked to woman near him, wearing a sheer look of joy on his face, like a kid in a candy shop. He couldn’t believe the difference, from losing arrows in the woods to hitting a moving target. She really was very good at teaching. That was awesome.
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