Ayl watched unmovingly as Sam tried again and again, the glass missing each and every time. It eventually shattered against a wall, and he sighed as she picked up a large, uneven piece and tried to hit him with it. He reached an arm out, grabbing the glass in midair and stopping it as it flew past him, easily grabbing the blunt edges rather than the tips. "Sam, you're never going to get any closer if you keep trying like that. Even if you hit it one in ten times, you're just getting lucky, not better. Calm yourself; clear your mind, let go of your frustration." He whittled the chunk down to a piece better for throwing, and tossed it back at her. "Envision your target hitting its mark, feel the weight of the shard in your hands, and when you're ready, let it fly."