The Gun Range [Sunday afternoon]

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After waking up and rolling onto some kind of weird crystal that had dislodged itself from his stomach, Four had a powerful need to hit something today. After knocking the bags in the gym around for an hour, he'd settled down enough to practice his knife throwing--a deeply stupid skill, he felt, more flashy than effective, but with Eric in leadership now at Dauntless, flashy was in.

So Four practiced.

Knife up. Focus on the target. Breathe. Release the breath. Release the knife.

Bullseye.

And again.

And again.

And again.

[OOC: Open!]