Sheina bent down and picked up an arrow she once failed to shoot and loaded it back up to her bow.
And as she pulled on the string and aimed for the Mocking Jay, she felt something completely different fill her body.
She felt cool.
She felt relaxed.
For the first time in her life, she didn't have to worry about calculating every single factor in hitting towards a target.
This time, her siblings did all the work for her.
All she had to do was pull the string back and let go.
She naturally sat her body upright, her feet shoulder-width apart, and with her shoulders as relaxed as it could be.
The bow was no longer shaking. She wasn't gripping on it as hard as she could. She wasn't pulling the string back with the most amount of force possible.
She was only holding on to it with just enough force for a solid grip.
She was surrendering control. She was letting her own mind, her own instincts do all the work.
