[ten, eleven, twelve... Wait, where's the twelfth?
Mamoru's eyebrows shoot up. As someone who's usually in a foreign place and has had no backup plenty of times, he tends to keep a tally of where he throws his throwing knives at. Sometimes, they end up lodged into something he can't retrieve from (like security cameras, or someone's knee), but most of the time they slice clean through and land somewhere where he could pick up later on.
Limited ammo is a bitch, but it's something Mamoru has learned to deal with.
He walks over to the place he last saw that knife, wedged into a neon sign, the circuits still snapping from the cut.
Goddamn it. He turns to the fighter who had been - impressively - fighting other two Cerebus away from a family.]
Mischievous ninja time!
Mamoru's eyebrows shoot up. As someone who's usually in a foreign place and has had no backup plenty of times, he tends to keep a tally of where he throws his throwing knives at. Sometimes, they end up lodged into something he can't retrieve from (like security cameras, or someone's knee), but most of the time they slice clean through and land somewhere where he could pick up later on.
Limited ammo is a bitch, but it's something Mamoru has learned to deal with.
He walks over to the place he last saw that knife, wedged into a neon sign, the circuits still snapping from the cut.
Goddamn it. He turns to the fighter who had been - impressively - fighting other two Cerebus away from a family.]
Hey, seen one of these around?