Flashback ( PDFDrive )

THREE
I HAD A FEELING I’D FIND you out here,” Sophie said, striding up
behind Fitz as he hurled a goblin throwing star toward a wooden
dummy about a hundred feet away.
SHHHHHHHICK!
The sliver weapon blurred through the air and splintered into the
dummy’s arm.
Awkward silence followed, until Sophie told him, “Nice shot.”
“Not really,” Grizel jumped in. “He was supposed to hit it between
the eyes.”
She grabbed Fitz’s wrist and swung his arm through the throw’s
range of motion. “You let go here”—she lined Fitz’s palm up with his
shoulder—“and you need to let go here.” She adjusted his arm. “Feel
the difference?”
“Not really,” he grumbled.
In his defense, both positions did look really similar.
“Then you’re not concentrating hard enough,” Grizel said, dragging
his arm through both positions again. “Now do you feel it?”
“Maybe?” Fitz hedged.
Grizel sighed and rotated his arm through the throw again.
Then again.
And again.