by Goose » Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:11 am
Quite familiar with the whistle of a steel kunai moving through the air, Chuusa determines where and how fast the weapon is moving towards him, and makes an effort to grab it. However, the sound echoes in the cavern, throwing off his only cue to it's location; sound. The kunai misses his outstretched left hand, just barely, cutting his glove and leaving a scratch on his palm. The kunai is deflected somewhat, and clangs sharply with his metal forehead protector, essentially saving his life. The weapon falls to the ground.
"Owwww..." he complains, rubbing his hand. He turns his attnetion to where the kunai had come from, picks up the weapon that was thrown at him, and hurls it back, hoping to smoke out a would-be attacker.
The Art Goose