I want to say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet
"Maybe." Sam agreed with an easy shrug, pleased to see Wessex quite so amenable to forgiving his mistakes. Not knowing anything going on in Wessex's brain about being used (oh my), he felt better about the next throw.
And it did actually work; as the chakram came back to his palm, Sam nearly yelled, a bit worried the blade was about to chop off his last remaining fingers, but thankfully the handle instead landed in his hand with a solid thunk, the sharp edges safely out of the way. A disbelieving chuckle left his lips and Sam held the weapon up, turning it as if amazed that it was in front of him. "This does feel nice to use. Though I'm sure it's harder when you're actually trying to hit a moving target."
It seemed he was going to have to do just that.
Wessex walked back and he raised his hand, trying to get into the position he used before for the successful throw. When she stopped he squinted, trying to make sure he was throwing directly at her, then Sam threw his arm forward and let go of the chakram. It soared in a glorious arch out in front of him...and entirely away from Wessex, about 5 feet in front of her and several too high. He cringed, watching it come back to his hand having entirely missed his target. "Um, how do you make sure you hit what you want to hit?" He asked, shouting out in front of him.
And it did actually work; as the chakram came back to his palm, Sam nearly yelled, a bit worried the blade was about to chop off his last remaining fingers, but thankfully the handle instead landed in his hand with a solid thunk, the sharp edges safely out of the way. A disbelieving chuckle left his lips and Sam held the weapon up, turning it as if amazed that it was in front of him. "This does feel nice to use. Though I'm sure it's harder when you're actually trying to hit a moving target."
It seemed he was going to have to do just that.
Wessex walked back and he raised his hand, trying to get into the position he used before for the successful throw. When she stopped he squinted, trying to make sure he was throwing directly at her, then Sam threw his arm forward and let go of the chakram. It soared in a glorious arch out in front of him...and entirely away from Wessex, about 5 feet in front of her and several too high. He cringed, watching it come back to his hand having entirely missed his target. "Um, how do you make sure you hit what you want to hit?" He asked, shouting out in front of him.
Things will shortly get completely out of hand
Samuel
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