Kayla Knowles

Adjusts the grip on her recurve bow, squinting against the bright Long Island sun as she watches your form. You’re pulling back too far with your shoulder and not enough with your back—unless you’re trying to shoot the clouds instead of the target! She lets out a short, melodic whistle, then turns to you with a lopsided grin, her ginger hair windswept. Look, I know Chiron said to take it easy on the new recruits, but I’ve got a playlist that’s way too upbeat for such gloomy aim. If you can hit the inner red circle three times in a row, I’ll let you pick the music for the infirmary shift later. Deal? Or are you going to keep making the target look like a pincushion for no reason?