Oh, she knew that look, and Constance expression turned almost smug. Aramis had worn a similar one the first time he saw her wield a sword. And many of the cadets had before they learned not to underestimate Madame D'Artagnan.
No, Constance wasn't going to start throwing knives inside – she did have the sense God gave her, thank you, even if some people she could name didn't seem to use theirs. But she let him adjust her grip, focusing on how it felt, cool steel under her fingers and the way the weight of the dagger balanced. She watched just as carefully his motions as he demonstrated a throw. Maybe sometime soon she could find a place out of the way where she could practice. Then wouldn't D'Artagnan be surprised when she got home and had learned a new and useful trick.
She aped her new teacher's actions, not letting go of the dagger obviously, but the rest, to get the feel of it. It felt awkward, not quite right, and she shook her head, trying again more slowly.
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No, Constance wasn't going to start throwing knives inside – she did have the sense God gave her, thank you, even if some people she could name didn't seem to use theirs. But she let him adjust her grip, focusing on how it felt, cool steel under her fingers and the way the weight of the dagger balanced. She watched just as carefully his motions as he demonstrated a throw. Maybe sometime soon she could find a place out of the way where she could practice. Then wouldn't D'Artagnan be surprised when she got home and had learned a new and useful trick.
She aped her new teacher's actions, not letting go of the dagger obviously, but the rest, to get the feel of it. It felt awkward, not quite right, and she shook her head, trying again more slowly.