Arrow notched, string drawn, the pain of the string pressing against the fingertip is clear.
The cheek pressed tightly against the cold string, the line of sight followed the arrow shaft, the target wobbled in the wind.
With a forceful pull of the bowstring, the muscles in the back tightened, and the bow arm made a slight sound.
Coach: "Anchor... Aim... Release."
"Thwap!" Li Younan's arm was jolted forward by the rebound of the bowstring.
The arrow left the string, "whoosh," and slanted into the lower right side of the target.
In the corner of his eye, Xiaoyang's second arrow "thud!" landed at the boundary of the yellow and red rings, closer to the center.
Someone nearby softly exclaimed "Whoa."
The coach handed Li Younan a second arrow.
String notched, cheek pressed, bow drawn.
Released.
"Thwap!" The arrow flew out, "snap," hit the outer white wooden frame, hitting the target but still missing the bullseye.
Then, from Xiaoyang's side came another decisive "thud!".
