"Yeah, stand a little closer. Let's say give me... five or six feet." Vax waits, watching the other man as he moves. He's taking in the lines of his body, gauging what might work, what might not, and how hard this guy will be able to throw. Not that strength really matters with knives. Not unless you need to bury something deep.
"Okay so you can throw it one of two ways." He pushes away from the wall, thinking this might be a more hands-on part. He holds his hand out for one of the knives. "Only the tips are sharp on these, so you can throw it from there without slicing yourself open. And that's probably the easiest way to do it."
He flips the knife to hold it by the blade, then offers it back. "You can throw it from the hilt, there's no guard on these so it'll be a smooth release."
He goes back to the target wall and stands against it.
"Last thing, and this one is key: don't fucking hit me." Vax grins as he says it, so he's either not that worried or he's got a lot more trust than he should.
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"Okay so you can throw it one of two ways." He pushes away from the wall, thinking this might be a more hands-on part. He holds his hand out for one of the knives. "Only the tips are sharp on these, so you can throw it from there without slicing yourself open. And that's probably the easiest way to do it."
He flips the knife to hold it by the blade, then offers it back. "You can throw it from the hilt, there's no guard on these so it'll be a smooth release."
He goes back to the target wall and stands against it.
"Last thing, and this one is key: don't fucking hit me." Vax grins as he says it, so he's either not that worried or he's got a lot more trust than he should.