umbrellastoughest:

darckcarnival:

Darck said nothing in return, just waiting, her shoulders relaxed… And then the knives came. She was a blur, spinning and flipping around on the ceiling for just a couple split seconds. And then, she dropped from the ceiling, summer salting through the air, and landing smoothly and knelled down.

She hand.. all 8 knives in her hands, held by the blades between each gap on her fingers. Slowly, she stood back up, eyes locked onto Roach, with a wicked smirk on her face. She then flung one arm forwards at him, 4 blades going right back at him, and then she spun, her other arm flinging sideways, the other 4 following right behind. Returning them to their owner. Just aiming for the upper and lower torso area. God she MISSED DOING THAT SO MUCH. It felt good, she’d probably thank Roach later.

He was ready this time, she threw the knives at him, and instead of catching them in the chest, like he was clearly supposed to, he caught them in his forearms, neatly lined up in a row. And then he pulled them all out and replaced them, back into various pockets in his suit. He straightened his collar, then reached over to his right and pulled a pipe from the shelf.

Might as well have something with a little weight to it, so if he made a hit, it would count.

Yeah, there was no way he was making a hit on her, unless he could trip her up somehow.

“That was damn impressive, Darck. But sooner or later, someone is going to have to give in, and it’s certainly not going to be me.”

She let out a whistle as he nonchalantly caught the blades with his arm, caring less about the wounds. He wasn’t bad at all. She perked an eyebrow at the pipe he had grabbed. Hah, ironic, classic melee weapon, no matter where she went. And she once used it to take down zombies. How interesting. She couldn’t help but chuckle, and stayed with a calm stance, slipping her thumbs into the belt loops of her pants.

“Heh, thanks, it felt great to do it. You should see me with bullets. That’s actually challenging. But, since you seem to want to get in close quarters combat, I think it’d be fair if I absconded. Because as you said, you certainly won’t.” She smirked widely, and slowly began to walk backwards, almost waiting for him to come at her.