Takes An Arrow To The Knee Novels & Stories

He warned and my eyes quickly flew open. "Now before we begin, you have to first take the correct stance. Line your body up perpendicular to the target, just like this." He demonstrated and I copied his pose. "Good. Now stand upright and keep your feet and shoulder-width apart." He instructed and helped me assume the pose. He handed me the bow before continuing. "Now you have to point your bow down and attach an arrow to the string." He gave me an arrow from his quiver and I tried to do as he had said but I couldn't.

I sight around and make sure that all is in place. Standing on a rock, moon above me, filtering its soft light through the tall trees, I draw out my arrow and aim at my target. A faint slick hiss as the arrow shoots through and then a scream of terror. I hit her right on the shoulder blade on her left arm. She falls on one knee and starts to look around, alert and aware she is being hunted. Her wolf is now in defense mode. I do allow her to pull out the arrow and heal, I add another right above her back knee. She falls and struggles to stand up and limp away, trying to get away.

It got more distinct and less muzzled as they neared towards the park's center. Jesse led K to the vast, rectangular grass grounds, which were surrounded by steel barricades. "Let's crash a concert." He wheedled, jumping over the barricades. He held up both of his arms to K and helped her cross to the grassy side. Jesse held onto her small waist as he pulled K up, his hands slid to her ribcage and accidentally touched her boob. She wasn't wearing a bra. Holy fuck.

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.

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.