Sam huffed in irritation. Of course she'd miss. She took a deep breath and retrieved her throwing weapon, spinning it in her palm again and hurling it once more at Ayl. She missed again. She picked up the makeshift knife once more, repeated the process of spinning it in her palm, throwing it, then missing. It was a series of trial-and-error, but for Sam, it'd be more like just error. She grumbled, threw it for what must have been the eight time, and this time shattered against the wall next to Ayl's shoulder. It was the closest she'd ever been to hitting him, and instead plucked a shard of glass from a nearby window, not waiting for Ayl to fix it up or anything, then threw it at Ayl. It was a slightly larger piece of glass, triangular in shape. She didn't have any high hopes for hitting Ayl, but anything could happen...