"What..?" Wric says in surprise as it was none to him that she missed her target by a few hundred meters. It took him years of training to perfect the hard craft. His oversized baseball mitt like hand slaps the Nymph's lower back just above her ass, and he rubs the spot apologetically trying to be comforting. "Try again.., and here." his hands take control of her hips, spreading her legs some, and changing the way her stance was. "Try to like lean into it, if that makes sense." Wric says not noticing how close he was to her in this moment. His warm breath tickling her ear lobe as he guides her from behind. "You got this."