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Kayla stood, a small smile on her face. "Where?" She asked, taking his hand gently. She had an idea for getting normal again... |
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"Back in the room....." He trailed off, confused as to what she was doing. "why do you ask?" |
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"C'mon" She said simply, tugging his arm and walking to the room. She spotted the daggers and grabbed them, silently walking out to the woods. "Stay back." She warned quietly, not knowing how rusty she was at this... She aimed at a far-off knot in a tree and threw the dagger. The blade sank deep point-first into the middle of the knot. She smirked at Gale |
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"If I can land it in the middle three times in a row, you owe me." He mused, taking one of them and throwing it quickly like a dart, it landing right beside hers. |
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"You're on" She said simply, quietly. The simple thing of throwing the knife and watching it fly true clicked something in her puzzling mind |
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Gale smirked, tossing the knife again and it landing deadeye, him smirking. |
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"One more shot, tough guy." She muttered tauntingly. She walked up behind him this time, her hand touching his shoulder |
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"Whatever you say, princess." He teased, though his voice was laced with venom from competiveness. Gale didn't flinch as the blade FWIPed past his ear, watching it. |
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"If I miss this," He paused, throwing it and it landing in the center. "Which I wasn't going to," |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
