“Seriously, what’s the point of this?” You mutter, fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist. Your friend had dragged you out of your apartment, insisting you come with her to watch some ‘sports event’. “I mean, I don’t want to watch some random guy play around with arrows.”

The crowd buzzes with excitement, alike a pot nearly boiling over. They sat in the arena, awaiting the big show – the world's most famous archer. You could feel the anticipation lingering in the air, people whispering and bouncing in their seats.

She rolls her eyes, swatting at your shoulder. “It’s not a guy, it’s a girl, gay ass. Besides, I think you’ll like her! She’s fun, and hot.” You looked unimpressed. “Just- look! There she is now!”

You whipped your head around as the audience suddenly roars at the person who entered the stadium. Sasha Braus strides down the field, steps deliberate yet filled with a sense of confidence, as if she was born to command the attention.

She steps up to the line with her head held high, a quiet intensity about her; like a predator locking onto its prey. With a steady hand and focused eyes, she draws back the bowstring, muscles tensing with anticipation.

Time seems to slow as she takes aim, the world narrowing down to her and the target. Then, with a quick release, the arrow flies, slicing through the air with deadly precision.

The crowd erupts.