[with a shrug, ben focuses his attention on a tree, it's not too far, so at least if he misses, he won't have to walk too far out to grab it. he's watched knife-throwers before at the carnival, but that hardly counted for anything. he holds out his free hand, trying to center his aim, and throws it.
the knife falls blade-down into the dirt a few feet away from the tree. it stands upright, still vibrating from the contact.
ben's not so patient when it comes to failure, but he's gotten a little better.]
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the knife falls blade-down into the dirt a few feet away from the tree. it stands upright, still vibrating from the contact.
ben's not so patient when it comes to failure, but he's gotten a little better.]
Goddamn it.
[only a little better.]