Theron stood poised, his fingers lightly gripping the bowstring. He could feel the expectant eyes of the knights as they watched him. They must be curious about his skills that all of them had the time to stop what they were doing surround the area.
With a calm focus, Theron took aim at the distant target. The wind was barely a whisper, the perfect condition for him to attack. He released the arrow, and it flew through the air in a graceful arc.
'Bull's eyes!' Theron whispered to himself when the arrow hit the target precisely in its very center.
The crowd murmured in sudden surprise.
Without pausing, Theron nocked another arrow and repeated the process. Again, the arrow struck the bull's eye with accuracy as if it was precisely measured to land just beside his first arrow. The murmurs grew louder, and even Royce's composure wavered as he watched the scene in disbelief.
