Obinna's turn.
He didn't rush. His breathing was steady. He pulled the string back and fired.
Bullseye. Again.
Gigangum's supporters began to murmur.
"This is getting ridiculous!"
"How is he so calm?"
Asher clenched his jaw. His reputation was on the line. He couldn't afford to lose, especially not to someone younger than him.
For the final round, both competitors had to turn their backs to the target, listen to the sound of a bell indicating when to shoot, then turn and fire in one fluid motion.
The bell rang.
Asher twisted, released, his arrow struck the second ring.
He grinned, thinking he had done well.
Then Obinna moved.
His body turned smoothly, bowstring drawn. The arrow soared through the air, landing dead center once more.
The silence was deafening.
Then, the judge raised a hand.
"Victory goes to Prince Obinna of Lionara!"
A roar erupted from Lionara's side, cheers ringing through the stadium.
Gigangum's warriors grumbled among themselves.
