Ayl didn't even flinch as he watched the shard fly, lightly slicing through his cheek. He grinned, looking at Sam with just a hint of pride. She was catching on faster than he hoped, but this was out of battle; the real test was how she would handle this new knowledge and style in the midst of war. "I think that's good for now. Tomorrow we can hopefully find a better throwing weapon, this is a pretty shoddy excuse for one." He walked over to a building and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "So, you gonna show up for training tomorrow morning? Or do you have a hot date you can't possibly miss?" he teased, looking over at her. "Could use your help teaching these newbloods how to hit hard," he added at the last second, before she could respond.