Most importantly, a bow wasn’t a firearm where one simply had to press the trigger. For one, to execute running archery, one had to split his attention in aiming, drawing and maintaining stability; the difficulty level was at least 5 times harder!
Even amongst the Na’vi race, such archery techniques were only grasped by a small handful. Naturally, the one that had executed this graceful archery technique, was the external aid that the Kiwatakin clan had invited - Jacques!
Jacques stomped forward, his bow already hanging behind his back. Wrapping his hands around a loose vine, he bent his body as he easily drifted through the air; swinging towards the entrance of the Hometree. The rain was still pouring, yet a smooth fish named Jacques sliced horizontally and unrestrained through it.
