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"Alright, here we go." He did his best to boost his own moral.
Elric readied himself once more, realizing that he had to find the groove, the zone where he could let it go comfortably and at least strike the target. In essence, Elric was looking for the sweet spot, a rhythm where he could count on the blade striking the target. Only from there could he then practice his aim. He raised the dagger to a more or less proper height and flung it forward, letting go of it in a more precise motion. The dagger flew end over end into the target, striking the middle of it with the hilt. It made a thud against the wood and crashed into the burlap below.
Elric stood speechless. While he was glad there had been some positive advancement, he didn't understand what he had done wrong to have it strike on the wrong end. He thought about it for a moment and decided what he needed to do was throw the knife much harder, giving it more rotations. Only then, Elric thought, would it strike the target correctly.
"Alright Elric," he said to himself as he huffed, bending over and picking up the dagger. "Just throw it harder."
He walked back to his spot, annoyance surging in his veins. He had only just begun and already Elric was ready to take a break over a tall mug of ale. Still, he knew he wouldn't get any better unless he kept it up. Elric turned to face the target and lifted the knife once more. He readied his elbow and then threw it forward, this time much harder. The dagger flew through the air, making a hissing noise as it traveled. Then it crashed into the box just below the target hilt first, causing the boxes to tumble over and crash onto the ground.
"Seriously?" he shouted loudly.
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