Takes An Arrow To The Knee Novels & Stories

She sagged against the board, sobbing so violently she could barely hold herself upright. The fifth struck between her knees. By then, the snow beneath her was already wet. Not with melt. With fear. Kael lowered the bow at last. Liora let out a broken gasp, thinking it was over. Then he pulled the final arrow from the quiver. This one was barbed. Her eyes fixed on it, and something in her face went blank. “Kael… no… please…” He drew the string back, slow and merciless. Then he let it fly.

Was she never going to tell me the truth? “Ready?” Anora brings my focus back to reality and I steady my breathing, increasing my focus and heightening my senses. She brings out just one arrow, but I stay ready with both hands. Just as expected, I deflect it and another arrow comes from my peripheral view which I’m able to dodge.

The sun had been up for a few hours when she heard the sound of battle nearby. Uncertain what to do, Kendra pulled an arrow from her quiver and carefully crept in the direction of the commotion. The sight of an A****n woman holding a knife to Ari’s neck was the final stone in her tower of craziness. Without thinking about the fact that she was still quite far away, she secured an arrow in her bow and aimed at the woman’s torso. Without a moment’s hesitation, she let out a war hoop to attract the woman’s attention and then let the arrow fly. With the ease of a skilled and competent hunter, she made a clean shot to the heart.

Arrow, quick to wit, brought his knee up and hit me in the stomach which made my arms loosen, he jumped back with a flip, out of my grip, and chuckled as he waited for my breathing to catch up. "Dramatic much?" I asked rising up, breathing deep, and getting into position. "Always love," At the nickname, my breath caught in my throat, and I nearly didn't have enough time to see Arrow race towards me, collapsing my body into a ball, I rolled off to the side. Standing back up, I gripped my arm over the front of Arrow's broad shoulders, our movements blurred, and striking one foot to the back of his knees, Arrow dropped to the mat, and I yanked his back against my chest.

As we pass through a stretch of road where the trees thin slightly, and the light gets brighter I relax slightly, letting myself believe the worst is behind us. That was until I felt the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life. I feel a sharp and sudden burning sensation on my right thigh. It comes with an intensity that steals the air clean from my lungs. My legs buckle beneath me as my hand flies down instinctively, my fingers find something that shouldn’t be there. I look down. An arrow! Long and buried deep in my skin. The fabric of my trousers is already dark and wet around it, spreading faster than it should.

he said and the feeling I felt at that moment was refreshing, I had never felt that feeling of being free in such a long time. “When you're sure you've got it all right, don't hesitate to let the arrow loose, any wasted minute could turn everything over,” he said, and I nodded, and I let the arrow fly and watched as it sailed quickly to its target, as it went, it lodged itself in the neck of the deer and pierced it, dark blood immediately began to pour as the deer's legs went down. We went to it and I knelt by it. It was still warm. Andre knelt by me and touched its belly.

She let out a frustrated sigh, lowering her bow with a frown. "We'll keep going," I told her gently, not wanting to discourage her. "Let me help you with your posture." I moved closer, adjusting the position of her arms and shoulders, guiding her into a stance that felt more balanced and natural. "There," I said softly. "Now, try again." This time, when she pulled back the string and released, her arrow struck near the edge of the target. Her eyes lit up in surprise and pride. She continued shooting, her confidence growing with each successful hit. A few more tries, and she was landing shots closer to the center.

I rolled back onto my back. “Luc, Look.” I propped myself up onto my elbow. Cedar was standing bow in hand. He looked so confident with the bow stretched and his chin up. He let an arrow loose. It hit the target. He breathed in, nocked another arrow and let it loose. It also found the target.

Ken said to me when my arrow hit the bull's eye. "I want to show you something" he said "May I?" "Sure" He positioned himself behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. "Listen" he said "You might have your target but your opponent might get to you before they're struck." He held the arrow in my hand and pulled back, causing me to do the same, "You have to feel as if the arrow is an extension of your hand. Let your hands go as far as they could…like this," he pulled his hands back and my arms strained from doing the same, "It makes the impact of the hit more lethal and it would be too fast for anyone to stop."

There’s usually a basement or the cellars which of course have a back exit. Walking through the walks I hear a growling noise that makes my muscles tense, careful not to attract whoever it is I tip-toe as a man comes into view. He’s in pain with an arrow in his knee not being able to walk further he crashes to the ground panting and yelps in pain. Frozen in place I contemplate what to do disregarding him and walking away is a logical option but I can’t bring myself to. Touching the cut on my hand which is still healing, a few drops will help him recover.