EVIE
Her arrow is slightly off-center, but Evie's beaming smile doesn't even bother to take that into account. It's far better than she had hoped for considering her lack of experience with a bow itself. At least she hasn't made herself out to look like a total fool in front of the two strangers gathered together with her and Jigano. Though her ego has been greatly reformed, Evie is still a rather proud individual.
Deimos ventures forth onto the field and Evie lowers her weapon, relaxing the muscles and gently flexing to release any remaining tension. She's not quite sure how she feels about him moving the targets back so soon, not when her success could have easily been a fluke, but she's not going to argue with the General. His education has yet to steer her wrong.
When the command comes once more, Evie lifts her bow again. Her breath is steadier this time, but still uncomfortable and forced, not used to having to even out the trembling of her hand while holding the string taut. Releasing it once more, she hopes for the best.
Deimos ventures forth onto the field and Evie lowers her weapon, relaxing the muscles and gently flexing to release any remaining tension. She's not quite sure how she feels about him moving the targets back so soon, not when her success could have easily been a fluke, but she's not going to argue with the General. His education has yet to steer her wrong.
When the command comes once more, Evie lifts her bow again. Her breath is steadier this time, but still uncomfortable and forced, not used to having to even out the trembling of her hand while holding the string taut. Releasing it once more, she hopes for the best.
