It happens too fast to follow with the eye: two swift movements, an impact, the throwing blades spinning away wildly and missing their target (and a muffled yelp of either pain or startlement from somewhere beyond him), the assassin crumpling to the floor with the hilt of his own knife standing out of the base of his skull.
Angel's throwing hand is still extended, slowly lowering, as he stares at Lorne.
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Date: 2009-03-25 08:53 pm (UTC)Angel's throwing hand is still extended, slowly lowering, as he stares at Lorne.