“So…let’s talk about how to aim.” My voice cracked, naturally. “Wide stance. Full draw. Then find your target with your dominant eye. Or, in Jacob’s case, with your one working eye. Aim along your sight pin, if you have one.”
“I don’t have a sight pin,” said Marcus.
“It’s the little circle thingie right there.” Lavinia showed him.
“I have a sight pin,” Marcus corrected himself.
“Then you let fly,” I said. “Like this.”
I shot at the nearest target—then at the target next farthest out, then at the next—firing again and again in a kind of trance.
Only after my twentieth shot did I realize I’d landed all bull’s-eyes, two in each target, the farthest about two hundred yards away. Child’s play for Apollo. For Lester, quite impossible.
The legionnaires stared at me, their mouths hanging open.
“We’re supposed to do that?” Dakota demanded.
Lavinia punched my forearm. “See, you guys? I told you Apollo doesn’t suck that much!”

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The Tyrant’s Tomb, Chapter 21