There were no chimera in Columbia, and the only creatures that existed were the ones that were artificially created. Like the songbird that had served as Elizabeth's friend and prison warden. She knew what the word meant, of course, and the mythical portrayals of such a beast. It matched up with what Killian was describing, but she did not at all expect what had showed up in the road.
Rosalind's mouth gaped open slightly at the sight of it. Three heads attached to a monstrous body. How in the world was she supposed to focus on just the lion when all three heads looks angry and hungry. A dangerous combination on any beast. The roar struck fear in Rosalind's heart, but she knew that she couldn't let down Killian. Their lives depended on whether or not she could effectively take out the lion's head while Killian dealt with the snake.
She went through Clint's instruction in her head, aiming her body toward the target and pulling back on the string. She took a deep breath and let the arrow fly when she released her fingers. And fly it did, hitting the animal on its right paw but not hard enough that the arrow actually pierced the skin.
"Bloody hell," she muttered under her breath as she pulled out another arrow. She was still a beginner with archery, and while she had hit the targets Clint put out for her she had never actually hit the bullseye. Rosalind nocked another arrow, and pulled on the string even farther to give it increase the potential energy used in flight. This time the arrow hit the creature's shoulder, and stayed there. It was better than hitting the paw, but the shoulder was a far cry from the head that Rosalind was aiming at.