You pulled the bow back, taking aim once again. Neytiri stood a few feet behind you holding the bag of arrows she custom made you.

The bow was made for you, your size. However human sized arrows will not take down animals in Pandora, no matter how skilled the hunter.

You draw back the large arrow, she used two fingers to push up your elbow, insuring it is in proper position.

“Right in the shoulder, anywhere else will spoil the meat.” She reminds