Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Tarina pointed to the blue handprints, then ran forward a few steps
and dropped into a somersault before springing back to her feet with a
leap that lifted her several feet off the ground.
Sophie glanced at Sandor. “She doesn’t want me to aim at her, does
she?”
“Unfortunately, she does,” Sandor grumbled. “And I renew my
objections to this plan!” he told Tarina. “I have a whole system I use to
train for moving targets.”
“And we both know that no matter how great that system is, it will
never fully capture the complexities of aiming at an enemy in motion,”
Tarina countered. “Real enemies can pivot and leap and duck and
dodge and roll.” She shifted her body through each movement as she
spoke. “The trick is to learn to read body language, and to anticipate
how the target will move. None of which can happen with dummies.”
“Dummies also can’t die if a weapon strikes the wrong place,” Bo
noted. “The child is good—but she’s not as good as you think she is.”
“She’s better,” Tarina insisted. “Which is why I want you moving as
well, Sophie. I realize your recovery might limit the amount of running
you’re able to do. But it’s important for you to learn how to aim—and
throw—without having to pause. So I need you to keep up with me
today for as long as you’re physically able. I’ll call out which mark I
want you to hit at random, and your job is to strike as quickly and
accurately as you can.”
Sophie ignored the fact that even the thought of running made her
want to sit down and never get up. Instead she turned back to Sandor.
“We’re not using throwing stars then, right? We’re using splotchers or
pebbles or something safer?”