EVIE
Evie doesn't have strong feelings either way about the bow, but at least she has some decent arm muscle and has been practicing with moving targets. It's easy to follow along with Deimos' instructions as he demonstrates them in a perfunctory manner that speaks of years of experience. Her fingers - though calloused from her own life of a different work - are not nearly so deft and sure, but they do the job sufficiently.
Everyone lines up with their own target, and Evie has only a moment to hope nobody is bad enough for their shot to go sideways and hit another trainee, and she gives a tiny snort to herself at the morbid idea. Then she lifts the weapon she chose, pulling the string back to her cheek, and taking an uncertain breath that she exhales before releasing the string and tries not to flinch as it launches the arrow.
Everyone lines up with their own target, and Evie has only a moment to hope nobody is bad enough for their shot to go sideways and hit another trainee, and she gives a tiny snort to herself at the morbid idea. Then she lifts the weapon she chose, pulling the string back to her cheek, and taking an uncertain breath that she exhales before releasing the string and tries not to flinch as it launches the arrow.
