Maybe. [He picks up a spoon and tosses it up. He catches it. The weight of it. How it feels to catch it reminds him of the feel of a one handed sword. He tosses and catches those all the time.
When and where eludes him so, he doesn’t try to find the answer. He picks up two and tosses and catches them. A thoughtful look crosses his face.] So far, this feels right. Bit like tossing swords. Try it.
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When and where eludes him so, he doesn’t try to find the answer. He picks up two and tosses and catches them. A thoughtful look crosses his face.] So far, this feels right. Bit like tossing swords. Try it.