[Lance listens carefully, all focus and determination as he usually is when learning a skill, and he nods seriously after the demonstration and instructions. Okay. Right. He's got this.]
Okay.
[Give him a moment to glance around and make sure no one is going to accidentally walk in the line of fire, and then he takes a deep breath and tries to aim, and... Immediately overthinks everything. Is his arm bent right? Is the angle correct? How much power does he need to put behind it?
He tries to push all those thoughts aside, reminding himself that there's no consequence to failure here, and just throws the knife. It doesn't stick, but that's because it hits the wall off to the side of the target; it hit blade first, but not with enough power to lodge into the wall.]
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Okay.
[Give him a moment to glance around and make sure no one is going to accidentally walk in the line of fire, and then he takes a deep breath and tries to aim, and... Immediately overthinks everything. Is his arm bent right? Is the angle correct? How much power does he need to put behind it?
He tries to push all those thoughts aside, reminding himself that there's no consequence to failure here, and just throws the knife. It doesn't stick, but that's because it hits the wall off to the side of the target; it hit blade first, but not with enough power to lodge into the wall.]
That... Wasn't great.