lamia | tg hall | 3:30pm. YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT LATE
Lan had just lifted another knife when Damia's came in flying and struck the bulls-eye. "Show off," she muttered long enough to be heard by the other woman. Even without turning around, Lan knew that accuracy and those knives, so rather than tensing and start considering aiming at someone rather than something, Lan relaxed a bit more, took a breath and threw her knife, steel grinding against steel as the newly stuck knife landed basically in the same spot Damia's had.