The cold air fogs against my breath as I creep around the corner. I can see the dim outline of my target. I center myself. I know this is going to be one of my hardest targets to conquer, though I've been training for a year and a half. Ambassador said I was ready so I guess I am. I pull an arrow from my sheath and pull it back in my bow. I am about to release when a man appears beside my supposed target.
