Chapter 51: Teucer @ 2.7 nhs
Teucer pulled the bowstring.
His focus narrowed to a point. There was nothing between him and the target. The bow was an extension of his being, just another limb that he could attach and let go. Just like his arms.
He let the arrow fly.
He could see it arc and fly to the little yellow space on the target.
10 points.
He let the bow loose from his grip and it hang from his strap, then spun and pointed downwards.
Now he could wait for his opponent.
A Russian. Non-disabled. Teucer couldn’t help but grin. He must have looked menacing, but in truth he respected his opponent far too much.
An Olympian. Competing with him, the disabled one.
On the same level of competence, for all the world to see.
Teucer glanced at his opponent’s shot.
10 points. Naturally
