Tuck was making enough noise to wake the dead, certainly enough to keep Hybris' attention while Will drew the bow. He held his breath, holding taut until he had the perfect moment, and then released, aiming directly at the bitch's hand. If he had it his way, the arrow would puncture right through it, not just knock the gun loose. As soon as he was sure of his shot, he had another arrow ready to go, prepared to get her through the throat on his next one.