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Date Posted: 15:36:54 07/29/02 Mon
Author: .:. sTiLeTtO.:.
Subject: .:. pRaCtIcE.:.
In reply to: Jade 's message, ".:nods:." on 23:05:24 07/22/02 Mon

.:. he sighs, nodding at her words, setting down to practice. he draws a single dagger, hefting it carefully, absently finding the balance point. carefully he flips it, catching it by the blade as he had been taught. he flips it at the target, but he had misjudged the spin and the knife had hit hilt first, falling to the ground. twisting his scarred face into a grimace of distrust he sighs, treading to the target to retrieve his dagger, hefting, balancing, and flipping it as before, once again preparing to throw. this time he gives it a touch more spin with an extra flick of his wrist and this time it sticks, though the hold is tenuous and would cause only a serious scratch to an opponent. he retrieves the knife, wiping the blade and preparing to throw once more. he flips the dagger overhand but once again reads the distance wrong, and the knife hits hilt first again and falls to the ground. brushing the dirt from the knife, checking the blade for knicks before returning to his mark and throwing once again. adding and extra flick of the wrist he sends it spinning, and this time it lands solidly, with a resounding thunk that causes the young thief-to-be to twist his damaged face into some semblance of a smile. once again he retrieves his knife, tossing it quickly and with one smooth motion tosses it. it flies wide of the target but sinks deep enough into the backing, and he leaves it be, instead drawing another dagger. practing the smooth motion from sheath to target he throws it, and it hits the edge of the target. he grins, a little, because it is an improvement from before. he retrieves his knives, throwing them both in succession. the first strikes the edge of the target, and the second lands securely near the center of the target, his best shot yet. he seemed to be doing decently well with the throwing part, now, all he needed to improve on was his aim.
.:.
he gathered a stack of pebbles of a decent weight, and settled down against the building to toss them at a makeshift target several yards distant, perhaps four inches wide. miss, hit, miss, miss, hit, miss, hit, hit, miss, hit... .:.

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.:watch:. -- Jade, 10:13:32 07/31/02 Wed