Takes An Arrow To The Knee Novels & Stories

Without a backward countdown or hesitation because that just makes things a lot worse, I pop his knee back into place making him groan while gripping the bedside railing in a death grip. "You make sure you don't get surrounded and attack in intervals. Find their weakest spot and attack quickly and swiftly" he replied and I nod and smile as he hopeful expression knowing he was doubting his reply "Right on, Pup" I tell him while ruffling his hair and he beams up in pride. I grab two medicine bags and filled the with ice as well as the tape. I walk over to the end and lift his leg gently by the ankle. He hisses and winces as I place one of the bags under the back of his knee before placing the

My fingers found their familiar positions - middle, ring, and pinkie fingers holding the string. I positioned myself perpendicular to the target, standing tall with my feet shoulder-width apart. I aimed the arrow towards the escaping stinger, the bow and arrow gleaming with an ethereal light as I pulled the string back. I inhaled deeply, focusing my mind and steadying my aim. And then, I released.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted the bow, positioned the arrow, and slowly released the string. The arrow flew straight toward the target.

he said, which made her heart skip in fear as though they were going to protrude out of her chest. "M...e?" she stuttered as she asked to be sure, and when he nodded, she looked around before walking with shaking legs towards him. Standing before him, he smiled lightly at her which no one else saw apart from her as he walked behind her. "Hold the bow," he told her as he fixed the arrow. "Our target would be her right knee," he told her as he held her hands to the bow while her heart continued beating hard as she felt like blanking out.

No shot. But then... she noticed something. He favored his right knee — just slightly. When he pushed off that leg, he slowed for a fraction of a second. His shoulder dipped, giving a clean view of his left profile. That's it. She adjusted her stance. Waited for the next push off. She fired. He caught the arrow mid-run with his left hand — two inches from his eye — and came to a stop. He lifted it with a smile. Fin: Perfect shot.

"Any plans yet?" "Oh, yeah, I just have an idea." Krepe gathered the arrows and took his position in front of the board. "I just realized we might have to hasten things up and strike." He carried a black sophisticated bow, placed his arrow at a good position, and pulled his arm backward, his thumb held at the point where he targeted. The centre.

I could see it in his face. But he knew I was right. "Fine. Thirty minutes. Then we move again." We found a small space under a fallen tree. It wasn’t much, but it hid us well enough. Kael rested against the trunk, his face pale from pain. I checked his leg. The arrow had gone straight through his calf, and the bleeding had slowed. The real problem was the swelling and his limp. "This needs real medical care," I said. "I know." "Lyra could heal it in minutes."

“Take a slow, deep breath.” Take a slow deep breath? How in hell am I supposed to do that when my heart is racing and I can barely breathe at all? I try to ignore the sensations shooting through my body, but it’s impossible. Still, I do manage to draw in a bit of a breath. Kai slides his fingers slowly back off mine. “Now let it go,” he says. I open my fingers. With a sharp twang, the arrow streaks away. It flies maybe twice as far this time before veering into the trees.

"Sure. It wouldn't hurt.” She handed me the bow and an arrow. "Stand like this," she instructed, demonstrating the correct stance. "Draw back slowly, keep your eyes on the target.” I mimicked her posture, feeling the tension of the bowstring under my fingers. As I drew back, my muscles strained slightly. "If you don't focus properly, you won't hit your target," Kara whispered from behind me, her hands gently guiding mine to the correct position. Her touch was steady, calming my nerves.

She released the arrow, and it sailed through the air, landing just outside the bullseye. “Not bad,” Kieran said, nodding appreciatively. “But let me show you a trick.” He stepped behind her, gently adjusting her stance and the position of her arms. As he placed his hands on her waist to guide her posture, he felt a sudden rush of heat. His fingers tingled where they touched her, and his heart pounded in his chest. “You need to relax your shoulders and breathe steadily. Like this.” He demonstrated, drawing back his own bow and releasing an arrow that hit the bullseye dead center.