From what I read, spiked monkeys were swift and agile but very weak. They can only fight those weaker than them and would run away from those they deem strong. And I was about two hundred feet away. I raised my bow and created my arrow as I pulled the bow string back. How long has it been since I could feel my heart beat this quickly? The rush I get when staring down my target. Will I hit it? Will I miss? Will I get the sure kill? Or will I need to fire two shots?
These thoughts always popped up in my mind when I gazed at the target that needed to be assassinated. I don't know why I think this way. Even now, as I release the arrow in my hand, I know the outcome. They will die in a single hit.
