The fluidity of his movements, the way his muscles coiled and released like water flowing over rocks, made the act of drawing and releasing seem effortless. Spectators found themselves leaning forward unconsciously, captivated by the effortless grace and deadly accuracy displayed before them.
Dan followed soon after. As he approached the line, his presence seemed to command the space itself. His broad shoulders and powerful frame filled the area, the bow in his hands appearing almost like a toy in comparison to the raw strength he carried.
The arrow he lifted trembled slightly in his grip, but only in rhythm with the strength humming through his massive arms. He drew the string back with a controlled growl, muscles flexing visibly, veins standing out as the tension built. The bow groaned faintly under his power, a minor protest to the force contained within, and then he released.
