small bag throw

“Hmm? Oh I see, you misunderstood me.” Facing Depart, Accelerator lightly denied his
question. “I’m not buying the girl that’s hanging there.”
“?”
“It’s you.”
Depart didn’t understand Accelerator’s reply for a moment.
Then he heard his nose being shattered.
“What, are, you doing—Aaaaaaaaaaargh?!”
A piercing pain accompanied the howl. Depart fell down from his chair and onto the
ground. At the same time, a small bag landed next to him. Even though he knew
intellectually that Accelerator had thrown that at his face, he couldn’t understand no
matter what.
It was unimaginable that someone who relied on a crutch could throw something that
hard with one hand. The pain was like being hit by one of those automatic ball pitching
machines right on the face.

- Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 19, Prologue