"Shh." Gaelen put a finger to his lips. "Kem’falla? Take aim and throw your blade.""It's too far," Bel protested. "If she can't hit a larger target at a third the distance, how do you expect her to hit a pinpoint at two tairen lengths?""Humor me. Teska, Ellysetta, take your stance."Bel rolled his eyes but stepped back so Ellysetta could take clear aim at her target. She set her feet and drew back her throwing arm."Concentrate," Gaelen advised. "Calculate the distance, the force you will need to throw so far. See the blade's path in your mind. Do you see it?""I think so.""Then throw."Her arm whipped forward. The blade whirled through the air in a swift, blurred arc. It hit the target tree dead center... but again well below the red dot."Well-done, kem’falla," Gaelen praised. "Well-done indeed."She scowled. "Well-done if you want me to hit consistently below my target, you mean.""Nei. Your aim was perfect. You hit a target the size of a sand fly from two tairen lengths away."Bel gave a disbelieving laugh, "I think you need the Feyreisa to check your eyesight, kem'maresk.
