Ben gave an eager nod and hurried to the end of the lane to grab his axe to do a few more practice throws. The next one missed the target completely, which was a bit discouraging, but then the throw that followed was even better than his second throw. Another hit that first, outermost ring again, but by the fourth consecutive throw, he'd managed to hit the second ring again. He could already feel his arms getting slightly wobbly from the unfamiliar motion. Figuring he could probably use a short breather, he retrieved his axe and stepped a bit off to the side.
"Any more pointers?" Honestly, he could probably use that soda now.