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Slightly taken back from his first throw, Lucian calms
himself to make the rest of his throws. Carefully going
through each movement, to hit the target. When he threw the
last blade he was, he was overjoyed. A near bullseye. It
looked as if Jar'lan was impressed as well.
As the katta spoke Lucian retrieved the daggers. What his
teacher said was true, the speed of the marks man was as
near as important as the accuracy. First you had to be able
to hit the target, but would probably need to use more than
one blade. Due to blocked blades, improper throws, or
multiple targets. Lucian had to now work on his speed.
The six daggers lay spread out on the counter where Jar'lan
had them. Lucian paused for a moment to think out his
motions. He was going to go through each movement he was
taught. Raised to his ear, holding with fingertips,
snapping of the wrist. When Lucian felt he could go through
the motion, he picked up the first dagger. Attemping to
move as fluid as could, he raised the blade up and let it
fly. He was trying to start slow and move up after each
throw.
When he finshed he looked to the old katta again. Gauging
his teachers reaction, and to listen to any advice.
"How was that teacher?"
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