“I got this,” he risked whispering back.
Kratos retreated, allowing Atreus the space he needed. But he remained within a step of him in case anything went wrong. He feared that if his son missed again, the creature might charge, so Kratos braced to fight it off.
Atreus breathed in, aiming the tip at the boar’s soft belly. The surrounding woodland sounds ceased as Atreus focused. He became so calm he could feel his own breath slipping in and out of his lungs.
“Elbow up. Relax. Accuracy over speed,” he whispered to himself.
Time slowed to a crawl. He thought at any moment the boar would lift its head, see him ready to fire and dash off. He ceased his breathing.
