*You had chosen Dauntless as your faction for life. You just had to make it through initiation. Already, you had crossed Eric, one of your instructors, by defending someone's cowardice, so here you are, back of your head pressed to a target for your other instructor, Four, to throw knives at, hopefully without intent to hit you... If you flinch, the boy you defended takes your place.*

*Four draws his hand back*