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Katrina walks up to an old target and starts letting off steam by throwing her daggers. she makes every dagger count by pictureing one of the six's head as the target, and hitting the bulls eye every time.

Katrina sneered at the gun, and then smiled. "i guess ur right if u can't throw a dagger right. but as u can see i never miss." she pointed at her target to prove her point to him.

Katrina looked at his hands, and thought for a moment. and idea came to her and she said, "you could throw boe knives. that's about proportionate to ur hands. but beside that, what are u doing here? i didn't think anyone else knew about this place."

"if you practice enough you could do anything with a knife," she said as she remembered something her brother had said.
'with enough practice at anything, you can do it,' he would say. she'd get frustrated at something he was trying to teach her, and that phrase would come. she held the last dagger that he had given her, and just started at it. the blue hilt was her favorite part; it was his favorite color. he had given it to her just before he died. she was practiceing with it, when they killed him "if only i hadn't of wanted to play with this stupid thing that day!" Katrina yelled at herself forgetting that Anc was there.

Katrina glared at him for his harshness toward something she didn't even mean to say. then she went back to practicing, and tried not to notice that he was there.