[At first he doesn't think anything of the shot. It's cleanly made, as quick and certain as any of Katniss' work. And then the arrow shifts mid air into something more than a mere projectile and he's lost somewhere trying to sort out at what moment it became less of an arrow and more of a net and how it was that an arrow could be a net in the first place.
The second shot was a normal arrow, it struck true, and he had to applaud her for it.]
That is a terribly sexy arrow, Katniss. Were I a free man I'd offer myself in return for it.
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The second shot was a normal arrow, it struck true, and he had to applaud her for it.]
That is a terribly sexy arrow, Katniss. Were I a free man I'd offer myself in return for it.