I'm just going to rant at the end, okay? But there is some important stuff down there, and also some not so important stuff.
The next week, we met in the Room of Requirement, as usual. The training room was supplied with targets and dummies again, but there were knives and daggers, instead of swords. I had asked Jared to teach us how to use them.
Once we have all gathered, Jared stands across from a dummy on the opposite side of the room. Quick as lightning, he whips out a dagger, and sends it flying across the room. The blade sinks deep into the rubber of the dummy's neck. I look back at Jared, who is casually leaning against the wall, as if he hadn't just displayed his ability to kill a man.
"That" he finally speaks, walking towards the dummy, "is your goal for today." He yanks the blade out of the dummy with some effort. "Although, lets face it, you're never gonna be as good as me." He flashes a cocky smile to his audience, who stand speechless, most from shock, a few from fear.
Each of us grabs a throwing knife, smaller and less fanciful than the ancient-looking dagger Jared holds, and stands across the long room from human shaped targets, red bullseyes painted over each one's chest. Jared stands in the center, instructing us.
First he showed us the basics: how to properly hold the knife, and the correct stance for throwing it. It was a lot more complicated than I expected. "You grip the knife by placing your thumb on top of the handle, then curling the other fingers around the lower part of the handle." He explained while demonstrating the proper hold on the knife. "Now, put your right foot behind you, and your left foot in front of you. Bend your knees, but bend the left one more, and balance your weight mostly on your right foot."
Once he made sure everyone could do this without poking someone's eye out, we moved on to actually throwing the knife.
"Extend both arms in front of you, with your hands next to each other. Swing your throwing arm back and up, until the knife is slightly behind your head. Then, swing your arm toward the target, while shifting your weight to your left foot. When your throwing arm is almost lined up again with the other one, which should still be in front of you, that's when you release the knife." He finished, releasing the knife just like he said. It whizzed through the air and landed with a thunk on the bullseye.
A/N- You know how I say the next chapter should be up soon, and then it takes MONTHS? Yeah, sorry about that. I just haven't been really inspired lately, and this chapter is probably crap too. Sorry it's so short, And the ending is kinda bad. Anyway, the rest of the story. So, as you can tell, a few of your characters have been featured teaching different weaponry and other skills. This should be the last chapter of that, UNLESS your character hasn't had a turn. Not everyone has to, and I don't want everyone to, but if you want your character to teach Dumbledore's Army (which hasn't officially been named that...) his or her mad skillz, speak now in a comment/review, or forever hold your peace! Just make sure it's not something I've already done, obviously. Otherwise, the next chapter will start quarter quell stuff! Also, how do you feel about romance, yay or nay?
Oh my gods this is long! If you made it this far, congratulations and thank you. Have a virtual cookie!