The clone put the arrow through the root-hog's eye from forty meters and it dropped without a sound.
He stayed low in the brush a few seconds longer to be sure, then let the breath out slow. Forty meters, a moving target, clean through the eye. A week and change ago he couldn't hold the draw long enough to aim, let alone that. The arms had been the worst of it those first days, soft and shaking, a bank guy's arms that had never done a thing harder than carry two grocery bags up to the third floor.
Not anymore.
[You gained 100% energy of Tusked Root-Hog - Level 19]
[Congratulations! You have reached Level 16]
-All stats increased by 1
-You gained 1 Stat Point to distribute
[Congratulations! Your skill "Archery (Basic)" levelled up]
-Level 11 > Level 12
