Every time the madwoman shoots, her arrows are clean and swift, with a simple raise of her hand, she releases an arrow without even needing to aim.
The only time I saw the madwoman miss was the first time she tried to kill me. Each time, I dodged using my uncanny sixth sense. Without it, I would have been shot in the head by her arrow long ago. It's safe to say her archery never misses.
"Hitting the target without aiming, I really wonder how the madwoman trained? Could it be based on instinct?" Martin remarked with a wry smile.
"Hmm? Instinct?" In the next moment, Martin was jolted, looking at the half of the rabbit left on the spit, as if he had thought of something.
When I hunted this rabbit, I didn't aim at all. It was all based on my instinct, raising my hand and hitting the target
