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Itzal · 09-01-2011, 10:33 PM

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Itzal

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Itzal had finally gotten out of his cave, and went exploring on two feet.. But he still wouldn't leave the pack. He just felt like he was better off in the pack area. When he was part of Inferni, he never stayed in the back, and he never got to know the area. He wanted Anathema to be different. Right now he was exploring south east of the underground dens. He had another reason for coming out here too. All that time in his den, feeling sorry for himself had really gotten him out of practice with his knife. Not the he was worried. All he had to do was throw it a few times, and he would be good. Knife throwing was kind of second nature to him. At least with his knife it was. But these new throwing knives would be a good change up. He looked down at his pouch, as he had a few knives in it. He would have to get a belt made to hang them on. He wondered who could do that. He decided to ask around some time.

As he came to some overgrowth, and vegetation he smiled. This was perfect. It had a few good trees, and he smiled. He look up. It wasn't too late. He figured it would reach noon soon. He found a good one, and he smiled, pulling out his knife. Though if he was being honest, it was more of a dagger than a knife. He stood relaxed, keeping the knife balanced. He knew that no matter how you threw a knife, it would always slope some. So he aimed higher than what he thought to be the center. And as he kept his arm relaxed, he flipped the knife around, so he was holding the blade. He took in a deep breath, then pulled his arm back, keeping it straight. In one swift, exhale, he arm came forward, his body flowing with the movement, as the dagger thudded into the bark. He growled in frustration.

He walked up to the tree. His knife had missed by more than he expect. He was at least 3 inches up from the center, and 2 inches to the left. He pulled it out, and walked back to where he was. This time his arm was more loose. He flowed through the movement some, not actually throwing the dagger. Then he took position, and did everything before fluidly, and exact, but faster. He grinned as the dagger stuck the tree. This time he only missed by an inch up. He left his dagger in the tree, as he walked back to position, and grabbed one of the tinier, lighter throwing knives. 'Now for a real practice challenge.' He thought to himself, already telling he would need to adjust to the lighter weight.

He took some deep breaths, then centered himself, keeping his body loose, and keeping the knife and his arm balanced. He pulled his arm back, but didn't flip the knife around. For now he held the handle, knowing that it was the heavier part, he threw the knife in a solid, snapping motion. And he growled as the knife hit the tree at least a foot up from the center. It was much lighter then he was use too. And decided to work on consistency first. He moved to a spot and started throwing fast, trying to stay consistent with the motions he took, and with his release. He smiled, as he started to show improvement. Now..all he had to do was keep it up. He shook his head. It was like learning all over again, but hopefully it would be easier this time. He shook his head again and laughed to himself.

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