She didn't need to relax or prepare, Leila had a very calm demeanor. Even under stress, she tended to keep still inside because panic and worry did nothing. She needed to be focused.
She followed him, her long legs taking less steps than him to catch up. She held her hand out, staying in the same spot he had been at his own throw. Her eyes set on the target for a good minute before readying herself. The knife whipped through the air swiftly, singing before nailing the tree right in the fork.