The hunt

The girl crouched low to the ground, masking herself in the tall grass, her bow already drawn and an arrow already notched onto the string. She watched the massive creatures move about the land calmly, knowing that they had very few predators and that they had little to fear. But the girl also knew that she had mouths to feed, and that if she wanted to keep her people alive, she had to be the top of the food chain. It would take a great amount of power and precision to take down creatures such as these, but the supplies she could attain by doing so could keep the village going for a week off of one beast alone. And she had the element of surprise on her side.

Sensing her thoughts, the small metallic piece attached to her forehead sparked to life, a vivid digital field springing to life before her eyes. It pulled up long and detailed information about those she was hunting, highlighting their vitals and where best to aim to pierce them, causing either massive damage or, hopefully, killing them outright. She knew how low the odds were of the latter happening - it was not her first hunt, nor her first using this technology - but she also knew that the slightest variation in her aim could cause drastically different events to unfold. That was why she continued to carry the spear on her back. Should things go from bad to worse, it was much easier to cause serious damage with something so thick and heavy.

The string of the bow drew back in a smooth and fluid motion as she pointed the arrow at the beast's heart. A precise shot between the ribs would be able to dig just deep enough to pierce it, and even if it did not, penetration that close to bone and muscle in the chest would be difficult to simply walk off. It would stagger the beast without question, and hopefully she would have enough time to get off a second shot before it began to bolt. It would be harder to get a good shot off, but if she aimed for the throat on the second shot rather than the chest, she would be less likely to kill, but more likely to keep it from escaping. After all - if one could not breath, they could not run.

There was a thin, light thwip as she let go of the bowstring and the arrow let fly. She could see its probably arc in the digital vision she had of the world, but she let it fade just before the arrow struck true. It was a good analysis tool, but once combat had begun, she preferred to rely on her own eyes. The arrow dug deep, but she could see in the way it staggered that it's heart was still beating.

It was time to really being the hunt.