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He briskly walked up to the knife, grabbed them off of the burlap scraps on the ground and walked away, leaving the boxes laying around. He was breathing fairly heavily from frustration and took to talking to himself and the dagger, whichever he was ready to blame during his monologue.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit... damn knife!" He palmed the blade, the knife projecting from the bottom of his palm. With that, he turned quickly to his right and flung the knife outward behind him in a rush of frustration. "Stupid knife!" he screamed as he did so.
Then he turned away and looked to the ground, kicking a puddle beneath his feet. He stood for a short moment until it hit him. There had been no clanking sound after he'd thrown the knife. Where had it gone? Or did he just miss the sound because of his anger? Elric turned around quickly and looked straight ahead, his jaw dropping as he caught sight of the spectacle before him.
The knife had penetrated the grout in the wall, its blade sticking a third of the way in, the hilt perfectly perpendicular from the point of contact. He had accidently thrown a perfect throw. It hadn't been how he planned it, or even the form he had been practicing, but it had worked and all Elric wanted to do was yell in victory. Unfortunately for him, he was in a back alley in Vortex, calling too much attention to oneself was simply stupid of you.
Had he discovered the method my which he could throw a knife? Only more tries would tell. Elric retrieved the knife and walked back to his spot. Instead of turning away from the way entirely, he simply face north, his chest perpendicular with the wall. Then he placed the knife in his palm face down as he had before. But before he tried to emulate his prior technique, it hit him that he didn't have anything to throw the knife at. The wall had been a lucky shot, but next time it would likely break the blade.
He broke from his stance and picked up the boxes, placing the box with his self-drawn target on top just as he had it before. Then he went back to his spot, turned north, and palmed the dagger. He turned only his head to face the box and then positioned his hand with the knife in front of his abdomen. He brought it up in front of his chest and took a deep breath. Then with a quick motion, he flung it towards the box, releasing it by spreading his fingers out as if waving.
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