“Aim, aim! You’ve got to aim Ev; you can’t just blindly throw it!” Carson shouted diving out of the way. He hit the ground, rolled, and was back on his feet within a second. I had been practicing generating fireballs and throwing them for the last hour or so. The generating part I had down, the getting them where I wanted them to go… not so much.
“Okay, one more time.” I exhaled shaking my hands to loosen then up.
“Fine, but you’re not using me as target practice anymore.” he laughed.
“What!? But moving targets are always harder to hit than stationary ones.” I pouted.
“Too, bad. I think my hair is singed.” He shook his head in refusal. He turned and looked down the last aisle, the furthest from the stairs and entrance. “Okay, right there. That back wall, aim for that. No on will notice if it has a couple scorch marks.” He offered pointing at the far end of the row. And it was pretty far at least 100 feet.