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Elric did as the man suggested and took his position. Brenson returned the dagger to him and Elric placed it in between his fingers further up the blade. Then he held it out in front of him as he had done and seen Brenson do before. With his right foot in front of his left, Elric leaned and brought his forearm forward, releasing the knife.
A quick and sharp pain ripped through his hand as he let go of the knife. "Damn!" he said, bringing his hand to his mouth.
"It got ya didn't it?" Brenson asked with a smile, "Well... let us see." He looked at Elric's hand, noticing a small slice near the base of his thumb. "Ah yeah, barely got ya, I wouldn't worry 'bout that. And hey, look..." he pointed to the target.
There, towards the middle of the target, Elric's dagger hung in the wood like a trophy deer on a hunt. Even through the pain he smiled as Brenson patted him on the back. "Good shot mate, now let's do it once more, but this time don't cut yerself eh?"
Elric nodded and took the knife from Brenson who retrieved it quickly. He lined up once more and held the dagger just so. Bending his arm back, he looked to Brenson and then at the target.
"Yeah, good. Alright, make sure to let your wrist do the work like it did before. You're a natural at that it seems." Brenson motioned for Elric to throw the knife.
Elric pulled his arm forward, releasing the knife without a hitch. The blade flew through the air, finally resting in the wooden target even closer to the middle than before. Elric smiled.
"Good," said Brenson, patting Elric on the back. "Glad I could help ya out a bit. See ya around boy."
Elric thanked him and watched as Brenson disappeared down an alley. He grabbed his dagger from the target and slid it into his belt at his waist. He was done and needed to wash the blood from his hand. This had been a good brightening for throwing knives.
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