"These," she raises her blades, "are not used for ticks."

She leaves them on barrel and picks up several daggers that are lying around.

"As for how good I am," she points at the wooden post on good distance from them. She slips blades between her fingers and in flurry throws all of them. Each one of them reaches its target and makes straight line, one dagger under the other, on perfect distance.

"I think I can manage."