Hand eye co-ordination

[desert_blade]

Ardeth is in the Gym, unusually he's left his sword behind but he's brought all ten of his knives anyway. It's been a while since he's practiced with these so he starts by simply feeling the wieght f them and tossing them from one hand to the other, before long he's started to juggle with them moving with the fluidity of long practice. Ardeth

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[doctor_weevil]

Owen wanders around, keeping out of range of those knives. He's unwilling to settle to anything, in a snarky mood.

"Sorry mate. Interrupt your suicide attempt, did I?" he asks eventually, and then, "I can recommend a few easier ways to do it..."

[desert_blade]

"What makes you think this is a suicide? did you never go to the circus? Besides I havn't practiced with these in a while and it wouldn't be good to get out of practice" His knives are all sheathed again.

[doctor_weevil]

"I hate the circus," Owen tells him grumpily. "The last vaguely circus-type thing I went to, the ringmaster stole kids' last breaths and we found out my boss'd been part of that freak show." He's not entirely sure what was worse.

He perches on the edge of a rowing machine, watching Ardeth's knives. "Because, of course, we don't want to forget how to slice people's heads off now, do we?"

[desert_blade]

"That gets messy, knives are cleaner you have less blood loss and there easier to hide."

[doctor_weevil]

"Guns are easy to hide, too," Owen argues, "though you do get some pretty drastic blood loss. Just curious. Which would you rather be on the recieving end of, a knife or a gun?"

[desert_blade]

"If I had to take it a knife otherwise I'd rather have a gun pointed at me. Why?"

[doctor_weevil]

"Oh, no reason." In truth, he isn't really sure why he asked. He shrugs. "Maybe... maybe I was wondering how the killer would choose to be killed."

It'd be an interesting experiment, a part of him thinks coldly. If, faced with a gun-toting mad scientist in real life, Ardeth would change his mind. He's no doubt Ardy's seen his fair share of danger, but he's always got out okay.

Thing with being dead is that it makes you realise you're not invincible.

[desert_blade]

"When you have to be attacked knives are easier to stop from hitting something vital but when you use a gun people get overconfidant, you can sometimes use that to your advantage. I don't really care how I die but I'd rather die when I can still move easily rather than paralysed or bedridden."

[doctor_weevil]

"Dying is dying," Owen points out. "You get paralysed anyway when you fall on your arse and wonder why your shirt's gone all red."

[desert_blade]

"Still, I don't wan't to have to sit around and wait for death. I wan't to be able to face it on my own two feet."

[doctor_weevil]

"That's why you don't sit down when you juggle knives?"

[desert_blade]

"No, I don't sit down when I'm jugglig knives because thats common sense."

[doctor_weevil]

Owen grins wickedly. "How many knives can you actually do at once?"

[desert_blade]

"The most i've ever done was twenty, that was the closest I came to losing control. With that many knives they tend to come down very fast so you have to throw them very high. I couldn't catch them all in time so I tossed them into one of the hay stacks since I was practicing in the barn."

[doctor_weevil]

Owen smirks at the mental image.

"Reckon you could show me how to do it?" he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets and standing up. "Not with twenty. Obviously. Enjoyable as it may be to watch for you, I'm not planning on becoming the Sanctuary's pet headless zombie..."

[desert_blade]

"If you want to juggle then you should know I can't juggle well with balls, the only reason I can with knives is because I've been using them for so long. I can juggle throwing knives because there throwing knives not because I can juggle. I honestly wouldn't know where to start teaching you."