Sherwood blinked at the sound of Persimmon's rifle barking. It's a very loud weapon, he summarizes, which seems very unlike the fox. He finds a thicket a fair bit longer than a football field's length from the clearing where the fight was taking place. Sherwood could see the two headed snake clearly now, and the two smaller figures dancing around it. He places his scroll against a tree, showing his and Persimmon's aura on it. Sherwood looks at Persimmon's shot for a moment as he sets his stance, seeing the video of it hitting the snake. It was a good shot.
Given there were friendlies in the area, Sherwood chose not to go for a 100 percent shot on the beast. The blowback could hurt his new classmates, and that's not how you get to know people. However... King Taijitu don't have very heavy armor. Sherwood decides on the weight he can safely fire at and sets his stance. Sherwood pulls the bow back, the arrow and seemingly invisible string coming back slowly as he uses each muscle in his back to their full extent. His other hand doesn't hold the bow, it's braced against the rest with his fingers spread out, tension holding the bow in place. The bow is rock steady against his locked arm and straining muscles. He holds it at full draw, the only physical part of the string coming to rest against the side of his neck. He closes an eye, and exhales slowly, making minuet adjustments to his aim. As his body stills when the air leaves his lunges, he releases the arrow.The bow physically kicks off his open hand, pulled back with a snap towards the glove he wears. The string hand moves straight back, elbow still raised. The bow still stands at attention, raised as if the arrow was still there. Sherwood doesn't look to the arrow either, trusting in his skill, knowing that if he keeps his stance still... It will hit.
The iron arrow flies for the white head of the Taijitu. It rips through the sky, it's speed distorting the air around it and ripping leaves off trees. It's pace is more like a bullet than an arrow as it speed towards the connection of the heads on the Taijitu's body. With any luck, the arrow can pin the thing to a tree so the others can run away or finish it off with ranged attacks.
Sherwood looks through Persimmon's camera, for a closer view of his shot. Sherwood would be impressed, but everything was a little too perfect for this to count as impressive; between the snake not moving, and him having all the time in the world to shoot. He might as well have been shooting the broad side of the family barn.