Kenbert trudged down into the Ranged Weapons section. He had lost both Fern and Nik when the attendants had shooed them away. Now, he was practicing for his aim. He really don't need to adjust it, he just needed to release his anger.
Dummies surrounded him. Two knives at hand, he slashed all of their bellys, pouring straws everywhere. Then, he got a belt full of knives and began throwing it around. Hitting the dummies heads, throats and hearts. He smirked. Although he didn't know it, his aim was perfect. He did it for 10 minutes and he wasn't really satisfied.
Ken then proceeded in moving targets. Throwing knives whenever a moving thing approached the field. He smirk, thinking it was fun.