Moana listened though it was a little hard to tell with the way that she was staring at the board. She moved her arm back, without a dart, and slowly stepped through the motion. It was as if she was gauging each step along the way before stopping and adjusting a small amount.

"It's a little like throwing a spear." She claimed as her eyes narrowed at the target again. It wasn't until Clint returned with the darts that she stopped her 'practice' and tried again.

She moved her arm and watched as the dart sailed straight forward. Except that she'd forgotten to aim. The dart hit the board but it was to far to the right. She focused and grabbed another dart to try again. Moana wasn't awful but she wasn't hitting the center. She put her hands on her hips when she was out of darts and then looked back at itiiti. "What am I doing wrong?"