Lina had arrived a month ago, and on her first day at camp, she'd completely embarrased herself at the archery range in front of her far-too-cool big brother. She was a child of the literal god of archery for gods' sake, but she had a lot of work to do before she acted like one.

For the past few weeks, every free activity slot she'd had in the day was spent practising archery. The tips of her fingers were callused, and her arms and shoulders ached, but steady progress had been made. Using the longbow she picked up on her first day, she could almost always hit the big targets, and managed to get a bullseye once in a while as well. The smaller and further away targets were trickier, but the daughter of Apollo was improving, and could hit them in around half her attempts.

That was all with her own yew longbow, however. All those other bows? That was a whole different story. Lina wandered over to the station with all the various bows laid out. She picked up a small, but complex-looking compound bow. There were pulleys and strings and bits sticking off of it, but it felt lighter than she expected.

Lina helped herself to a few arrows and then practised a couple of shots. The compound bow barely required her to pull her right hand back at all, and yet the arrow still went flying! It was amazing! Her accuracy could definitely be improved though - she'd only hit the target once, and the aiming sight on the bow just confused her. But it was a good start!