Super god bog! Holder dig fanget til sidste side.
Den er mega god
time, and he exhales every time he releases the knife.
“In a row!” orders Eric.
Impatience can not be used for anything, I think. That was what mom said to me when she taught me to knit. I have to perceive this as a mental exercise, not as a physical exercise. So the first few minutes I spend practicing without a knife, finding the right way to stand, learning how to move my arm.
Eric walks back and forth behind us. A little too fast.
"I think damn, the stiffener has been hit a little too many times in the head!" notes Peter, who stands a few seats further down the line. “Hey, stiff! Have you completely forgotten what a knife is? ”
I pretend not to hear him, and then begin to practice throwing with the knife in hand without releasing it. I close Eric's trot back and forth out along with Peter's stupid comments and the feeling that Four is constantly looking at me. And then I throw the knife.
It rotates in the air and hits the disc