When I focused on the enemy that was just 5 meters away, I was overcome with fear... not of harm or pain, not of losing, but for some reason I didn't want to disappoint Lion, especially after his gift.
This Marcus was huge, bigger than Darius if possible; his muscles were extremely swollen, the veins in his neck and temple could be seen throbbing, and he held the hammer with both hands in front of him, ready to charge towards me and beat my head...
I relaxed my right hand as I used to do in competitions before they started... I took the arrow out of the quiver little by little, and left it in my hand, waiting. The referee gave the start signal... Stringing a bow well was difficult; stringing a bow at full speed and getting it right was a matter of skill, a luck that had been shooting on goal since I was six years old...
