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..."

[doctor_weevil]

"Oh, you're a lot of help." Owen snorts and sits back down.

"Maybe it wouldn't've been such a great idea, anyway," he concedes, more for fear of what Will would say if he accidentally sliced his fingers off than from any real sense of self-preservation.

[desert_blade]

"I could teach you to throw them if want just not how to juggle them"

[doctor_weevil]

Owen raises an eyebrow. From tai chi with Ashley to knife-throwing with Ardeth. Well, it's all good. Good for protecting Will... should he ever need it, and should Owen find himself with a couple of knives at the ready.

"Yeah," he shrugs. "Why not?"

[desert_blade]

"Alright then first things first get a feel for the weight of the knife. Then go to the target range I'll see you there in a moment." With that Ardeth leaves the gym. The knife he has handed you has a blade about the length of your hand and the hilt about the length of a knuckle with a small hole at the end, it's waited so that the blade is the same weight as the hilt.

[doctor_weevil]

Get a feel for the knife. Ha, ha. Owen can just about feel that it's pretty heavy, but well-balanced. The texture, however, he has to figure out using sight and guesswork.

He passes it from hand to hand, then pretends to hurl it at the wall. Seems like it'd be easy enough to throw. And satisfying, too. He resists the temptation to stick it in his belt like Indiana Jones or someone, grinning and heading down to the target range instead.

[desert_blade]

Ardeth enters the range a few minutes after you. "That knife you have is balanced properly as throwing knives should be." He draws two identical knives. "And can be thrown from either the blade or the hilt." He throws the knife in his right by the hilt and the one in his left by the blade both of them hitting the inner bullseye on the targets.

[doctor_weevil]

Owen rolls his eyes as they hit the targets. Wouldn't they just.

He looks down at the one Ardeth gave him. "So where do I start?"

[desert_blade]

"When I'm done talking" He takes another knife out. "This is your standard kitchen knife, as you probably know with these most of the have a heavier blade so these you should always throw from the blade" So saying he throws it at the target with a lot more force than the last one, It sticks in the outer bull. "Throwing these are almost always less accurate and because there made for cutting something close by are much harder to make work as throwing knives."

[doctor_weevil]

"Ooh, please." Owen holds up his hands. "Don't let me stop you talking."

That's his way of thanking Ardeth for taking the time to teach him. Believe it or not.

He frowns. "Not being an assassin, wouldn't a kitchen knife be more useful to know how to throw? Wouldn't it be more the kind of thing you'd have on hand?"

[desert_blade]

"They also take a lot more effort to make them stick in anything and are you planning to be attacked in the sanctuary kitchen? or one of your friends kitchens? because most people who will attack you there will be trained as assassins or hitmen in which case being able to throw a knife probably won't help much."

[doctor_weevil]

Owen reaches for the butt of his gun as a comfort thing. Then wishes he'd actually brought it with him.

He turns the knife over in his other hand instead. "Do you ever plan to be attacked?" he asks, deliberately obtuse. "You tell me, then. Except from a Keeper, maybe, when is throwing a knife more effective than a good ol' bullet in the chest?"

[desert_blade]

"You Owen are one of the few people who I honestly think won't ever get overconfident because they have a gun in there hands. I prefer knives because you don't get overconfident and give the enemy a chance to kill you, it tends to keep you more alert.

[doctor_weevil]

Yeah, the - 'rotating, tearing, into the flesh and the gooey stuff behind... ooh, not nice' - speech had worked on the gun-wielding secruity guard back home, but he knows that was really just luck. If the guy had gone and shot him through the head, he's not sure if he actually would have been able to get up again. Some things are best left to Romero's movie-zombies.

"I like guns, yeah," he says slowly, "but you can't trust 'em."

He arches an eyebrow at Ardeth. "Done talking yet?"

[desert_blade]

"One more" He pulls out a flick knife "You probably recognise one of these. Most of them have a heavier hilt than the blade, guess where you would throw one from."

[doctor_weevil]

"Do I get to throw that one before I start rotting away here?"