[ At her signal, he darts out of cover, drawing his arrow as he moves. He takes aim, centering himself on the rough feeling of the fletching against his cheek, tries to ignore the fact that he's firing at a motherfucking dragon--
He exhales.
He fires.
The instant the arrow clears his bow, he quickly nocks another, taking aim even as he's watching his first shot sail through the air. Close, but it bounces uselessly off the scales of the creature's eye ridge. He makes the necessary adjustments and lets the second arrow fly -- this time it hits its mark, embedding itself squarely in the dragon's pupil, and Peter just barely bites back his whoop of victory. ]
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He exhales.
He fires.
The instant the arrow clears his bow, he quickly nocks another, taking aim even as he's watching his first shot sail through the air. Close, but it bounces uselessly off the scales of the creature's eye ridge. He makes the necessary adjustments and lets the second arrow fly -- this time it hits its mark, embedding itself squarely in the dragon's pupil, and Peter just barely bites back his whoop of victory. ]
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