Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Let’s try this again,” Grizel said, tossing her long braid over her
shoulder as she handed Fitz one of the throwing stars she’d retrieved.
“Aim for the center of the forehead—and make sure you let go at the
point I just showed you.”
Fitz squinted at the target as he raised his arm, then let the star fly.
SHHHHHHHICK!
“The chest is closer,” Grizel told him. “But we’re not stopping until
you hit the mark.”
His next throw struck the dummy’s ear, and the one after that hit
the chest again.
Grizel sighed. “You’re not concentrating.”
“Yes I am—why does it matter if I hit the forehead? Any of those
throws would’ve taken someone down.”
“Down isn’t the same as dead,” Grizel argued as she handed him
another weapon. “And that’s the kind of distinction that could cost
you your life—just like your sloppy throws could cost someone theirs.
What if your enemy’s holding a hostage?”
She spun around and pulled Sophie into a headlock. “If the
Neverseen had Sophie pinned like this, what happens if your aim goes
low?”
Sandor drew his sword. “Something we’ll never need to worry
about, because I will be there. And anyone who touches my charge will
end up dead.”
“Not if they’re faster than you.” Grizel kept her stranglehold on
Sophie as she drew her own weapon and knocked his away.
“If this were a real threat, I would’ve cut down your knees already,”
Sandor growled.