146 Marksman (2)

-_-_-_-_Fleur's Perspective-_-_-_-_-

Despite wanting to grab my hands on the metallic and wooden bow, I do not have the fundamentals on how I was supposed to wield and launch a perfect arrow unto my target. There may be some hidden trips that I can recall from a series that I've watched before the apocalypse had happened. Even so, those lessons aren't enough for me to understand the arts of firing an arrow.

I took the quiver, the bow, and the arrows from Grey and decided to at least try and mimic everything that I knew about how to utilise the weapon I was about to handle. And to my surprise, my body had automatically moved on its own and grabbed the nock of the arrow. 

My three fingers began to grip the string as I pull the arrow backwards as comfortable as possible. I did not mind if I was in the correct posture at all, but I was still aware that I needed to straighten my back and focus on the moving target, which was the undead titan.