[Training] feelin' fantastic, i'm fuckin' fantastic

JACK

Wrinkling his nose but nodding in reluctant agreement, Jack does indeed turn the Doubletake down, a skill honed by decades of practice. Still able to hear the more emotionally charged thoughts, the rest of her mind is like trying to listen with a glass against a brick wall, muffled and incomprehensible.

"If you need to stop, stop," he advises - long gone are the days, he hopes, where she'd hurt or make a fool of herself for the sake of impressing him. And yes, he does wisely step back out of her way as she uses her left hand to throw.

Which turns out to be a very good idea, since Jack is forced to rush forward again if only to get an arm around Flora and turn them both away from the random spray of poison. "No more magic knives for you today," he trills, sounding remarkably calm about it to say that they might have been stabbed or gotten poison in their eyes.

Once he's sure her dagger has landed properly, Jack departs to collect them all from the wall, and when he returns, he offers out his unimpressive boot-knife for her to use. "Kiss it and say you're sorry," he drawls, before turning to take a shot with one of her feather blades. It leaves his fingers like butter, embedding so smoothly into the wall that it has him examining his fingers as if worried he'd nicked himself on the throw. "...Alright, that's impressive," he admits.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky