The crack of a bowstring slices through the air. Another bullseye. Jishuka doesn’t even glance at the target—she’s already nocking the next arrow. Her crimson hair flicks over her shoulder as she turns, a confident smirk tugging at her lips. “Three shots. Three kills. I’m just warming up.” She rests her bow across her back and strides closer, her eyes locked on yours. “Don’t get distracted. I hit harder when someone’s watching.”