Takes An Arrow To The Knee Novels & Stories

"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.

I spun around, hands on hips, glaring up at him. "This is hard!" I snapped, "Extremely hellish hard!" He grinned, "No it isn't," he replied, his voice low and teasing, "You just don't know how to do it," I folded my arms, "Uh uh," He bent down and picked up the bow, then took one arrow from on top of the table. With an almost exaggerated sigh, he took his stance. His shoulders broadened, muscles tensing. He drew the bowstring back, the tension in his arm visible, yet his grip was unwavering. He aimed then released. The arrow flew, a silent streak through the air.

Embarrassed, she was to put the bow down when the lost boy walk towards her. "Let me show you how to do it," he says. "Keep your stance. Stand upright with feet shoulder width apart." Moving her legs to the right places. "Now keep a good and relaxed grip on the handle. Place your arrow." With the lost boy assisting, she finally understood. The fault was with how she holds the arrow and how she pulled the string. Now the string was touching her nose and lips. "Now your aim, with your dominant eye, look down the arrow, aligning it with the target. Relax and let go."

the council man nodded at the arrows. Pain rushed through my stomach and I screamed again. My breath, closed in this time. The antidote on the bracelet could only last so much. I gasped for breath and blinked furiously as I selected three arrows from the large quiver. “Good, now. Just don’t die,” Kael purred beside my ear. His words spurred me angrily and strength returned to my arms. The bastard! I took a large shaky breath and raised the bow to the target. The target and bullseyes seemed to swim before my eyes.

Or were they having a private date? Did they really need to develop a ‘hyper-friendship’? He strode forward a few steps. “Hey, Lawyer Mark!” Mark was helping Adriana correct her knee movement as she jumped. “Don’t let your knees buckle inward, and don’t turn them out too far. Keep them slightly bent… yes, just like that. Don’t let them go past your toes.” He placed his palm in front of her knees to help her find the correct position. The two of them were bent over, standing so close that, to an outsider, they looked very much like an intimate couple.

He repeated his previous motion and grasped her hand. "If you are holding the bow correctly, you can see straight down the core of the arrow." She did what he was instructing her to do. "When you pull back the string, make sure your elbow is lifted up. Your arm muscles won't have to do much work because you will be using your shoulders instead." She lifted her elbow up. When she pulled the arrow, she found that his grip had strengthened, and he had moved closer to her body from behind. She pulled the arrow along with him.

I had no choice but to swiftly prepare an arrow, infused with a calming elixir, and amidst the warriors, I aimed and struck it on Kral's shoulder. "Ugh!" The potion on the arrow swiftly entered Kral's body, causing him to freeze momentarily. With a clang, his grasp on the spear loosened, and it fell to the ground. Soon after, he seemed unable to bear his weight, his knees giving way,his head lowered, and he knelt on the ground.

He chanted as he bent my knee to a ninety-degree angle, pressing my lower back into the immobilizer and my hip into the crummy hospital mattress. A dull, awful ache shot up my thigh, and my leg began to tremble. Michael held my knee in that position for just a moment as my back began to relax. "That's perfect. And slowly release it." He extended my knee, straightening my leg as I released the pent-up air from my lungs.

I replied, pointing my finger at the deer I had chosen. He was holding the bow and arrow with me, and my back was against his bare chest. “Hold your breath as you are pulling the string. Keep your aim and your eyes at the same point. Once you release the arrow, only then you can breathe.” Nodding slowly, I did as he asked me.