"Ah! Hi!" Replied Clover. She looked sheepishly at the arrow that she fired only a foot. She wondered if they had seen her try and fail to use it. Then she looked off to the side, and noticed a glint in the grass nearby.
"What's that?" She asked no one in particular, stooping to pick it up. She found herself straightening up with a lightweight knife in her hand. She couldn't help but ask herself who left things like that on the ground, but decided to give it a try. It seemed to be made for throwing.
"Here we go..." She said, scrunching her eyes closed. She tossed the knife, and heard the small thump as it hit the dummy. Clover opened her eyes... To find the knife embedded in the dummy where it's groin would be. She clapped her hands over her mouth making it difficult to tell whether she's shocked or laughing.
"I just pulled a brother Gillbert..." She stated, slightly muffled. From the sound of her voice, I'd say the latter.