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- Then, Harry turned, and, taking full advantage of his temporarily enhanced strength and impressive hand eye coordination - and thus, aim - hurled the sword at one of the man shaped archery targets.
- It was fully thirty feet away.
- The sword tumbled end over end, before lodging right in between where the man's eyes would be.
- Harry then folded his arms and looked at the crowd. "I do throwing axes and knives too, if anyone has a spare," he said casually into the stunned silence.
- And the crowd cheered, some surging forward to offer axes and knives. At the sudden surge, Harry instinctively took half a step back, then recovered and grinned, taking the first, moving down and, taking a deep breath, throwing it. To Thor's relief, he repeated his success.
- Asgardians were like people everywhere: if you tried something big and failed, they would laugh. But if you tried something big and pulled it off, they would love you for it.
- —- Chapter 28, The Calm (Mostly)
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