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Elric took his dagger and ran back to his spot. Then he turned the other way from his target and walked a step or two. He was acting like a casual passerby and then with a quick motion, he turned, his chest facing north and unleashed the dagger from the palm of his hand. It flew through the air blade first and struck the very upper left of the target.
Elric breathed a sigh of relief that it hadn't missed and then smiled, mentally patting himself on the back for having landed the hit. He grabbed the knife and returned to his spot, throwing it in a similar fashion four more times until he was able to hit inside the large ring that made the outside of his target drawing. It represented the chest of an opponent and at the moment Elric was consistently planting a knife in someones collar bone.
"Hey boy," a voice said quietly.
Elric, who had just retrieved his knife spun around quickly to find a thin, scraggly man in his mid-thirties leaning against the wall near his throwing spot. "Yeah?" Elric asked suspiciously.
The man shurgged and shook his head from side to side. "Whoa there, don't be giving me no stink eye. I'm not here to rob ya or anythin'. Just heard somethin' back here, so I came to see what was going on like."
Elric nodded and pointed to his drawn target. "Just practicing a bit is all," he said plainly, holding the dagger in his palm.
"So I noticed, not a bad shot ya got there either, eh?" He grinned a somewhat toothy smile, showing a few gaps. "Ya know, I can show ya a thing or two 'bout throwin' knives."
Elric was interested, but still cautious. He knew the criminal rogue type, he was doing his best to be one, and being on one's guard was first and foremost the law of the streets. "Alright." Elric said plainly, waiting to see what this man was up to.
The stranger walked over towards Elric's spot, marked by a rock on the ground. "I'm Brenson by the way, I do business round here. Ain't nobody round here that ain't heard of ole' Brenson."
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