Monday, 23rd November 1580.
Bryan swung both his hands with lightning-fast speed as four throwing knives flew out and embedded themselves into the heads of two wooden dummies. Two throwing knives per head. Bullseye.
He was currently in the practice area of the underground HQ of the Silver Owls, practicing with the throwing knives that he had bought from the secret gathering a few days back.
Taking out four more throwing knives from his pocket, Bryan threw them up in the air. Following that, he produced four thin strands of spiritual force and tied them around the hollow rings at the base of each of the knives.
Then, with just a thought, Bryan controlled the spiritual force strands and made the throwing knives fly across the practice area and toward the wooden dummies.
The throwing knives flew erratically, sometimes in a straight line while other times in a curved trajectory.
Sigh... I was thinking of writing all the inner monologues in italics. But it looks like WN won't allow it. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!