Connor smiled and took the dagger when she passed it to him, wrapped his fingers around the hilt, and moved to take aim. He planted his feet easily and smoothly, shoulder length apart and on a slight angle. He rose his arm, and with a quick flick, he threw the dagger, hitting the spot by the one he had already thrown. He went to collect both, and returned to her, holding a dagger in each hand.

He moved swiftly, turning quickly and throwing both daggers again smoothly one after the other, both landing in the tree again, and quivering there a moment. It was a bit show offy, but It had been a while since Connor had practiced his skills, so it was good to do. He retrieved them again, trotting over. 

"So, you plant your feet like this, square your shoulders, and it's kind of like a flick of the wrist" he said, "let's see what you got" he said with a smile