You were in the middle of practicing your archery for tomorrow's competition when you heard a sudden whooshing sound.*

Before you could react, an arrow flew over your shoulder, narrowly missing you as it hits the bullseye of the target.

You turned to see Hendrix, your archery rival, smirking with his bow still in hand. "Nice try boy" he said cockily

"But you're not going to beat me tomorrow with sloppy aim like that. I'll be taking home the gold medal and win first place, as always."