Sam nodded, taking deep breaths as she did so. Ayl was right, she needed to calm down, or else she wouldn't make any progress. She spun the knife in her hand, feeling the weight of it, imagining it hit Ayl, unpleasant as it was, she knew she wouldn't be able to hurt him. She took a deep breath, and released the knife. Her aim was still off, but she managed to get the knife to slice across Ayl's cheek. She smiled slightly, then almost immediately felt bad about it. "So, um, I don't think that counts, but at least I hit!" she exclaimed, still feeling slightly guilty that she cut Ayl, but since he commanded her to do it, she shook the thoughts away. "Do you want me to try again?"