Laughter isn't something that comes naturally to Tech, the brief expulsion of breath about as close to it as one can expect from him. He steps over towards the board, finding the first of the darts he reaches for to be deeper than anticipated, not that it's any great feat for him to pluck them out. He takes a moment to finger the holes they've gouged out.
"Keep throwing like that and I think you'll also be owing them a new targeting board," he observes, turning to walk back to the line there. He squints over at the target as he rolls the barrel of a dart between his fingers and thumb.
"It's not all about force, not necessarily. True enough that force is effective in carrying the flechette across the distance, but making it hit the target efficiently would require a consistent means of energy put behind its initial launch. By use of a bow an arrow can fly a great distance and all one has to do is provide enough tension in the opposite direction, but on the whole you're keeping the main part of the shaft stationary. With a dart, you're moving the entire thing, and whatever aim you initially take can be easily compromised by any amount of factors when you move your arm. Speed, timing, angle... For instance, when you throw," he says, nodding at the first rebel, "-your arm is tensed, but remains so even once you let your dart go. Attempting to keep too much control, sometimes it works in your favor, but it's unreliable."
He dips his head towards the woman. "And when you throw, it appears that you're putting everything into it. These are darts, not balls. They have less air resistance, but you're not taking full advantage of it and doing all the work. These aren't hitting straight on because you're practically throwing them downwards. Now then-"
After all that, his own toss seems anticlimactic for its delivery, the dart flung after a quick pause to do some mental gymnastics. He tosses the next in similar fashion, and then the last.
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"Keep throwing like that and I think you'll also be owing them a new targeting board," he observes, turning to walk back to the line there. He squints over at the target as he rolls the barrel of a dart between his fingers and thumb.
"It's not all about force, not necessarily. True enough that force is effective in carrying the flechette across the distance, but making it hit the target efficiently would require a consistent means of energy put behind its initial launch. By use of a bow an arrow can fly a great distance and all one has to do is provide enough tension in the opposite direction, but on the whole you're keeping the main part of the shaft stationary. With a dart, you're moving the entire thing, and whatever aim you initially take can be easily compromised by any amount of factors when you move your arm. Speed, timing, angle... For instance, when you throw," he says, nodding at the first rebel, "-your arm is tensed, but remains so even once you let your dart go. Attempting to keep too much control, sometimes it works in your favor, but it's unreliable."
He dips his head towards the woman. "And when you throw, it appears that you're putting everything into it. These are darts, not balls. They have less air resistance, but you're not taking full advantage of it and doing all the work. These aren't hitting straight on because you're practically throwing them downwards. Now then-"
After all that, his own toss seems anticlimactic for its delivery, the dart flung after a quick pause to do some mental gymnastics. He tosses the next in similar fashion, and then the last.