Landon held his breath, watching the knife soar. So close. Too bloody close. He gave a grin of grim satisfaction, the action pulling at his lips even as he tried to keep them stern. Gotcha. Slipping his hand into his coat, he pulled out a short thin blade, perfectly designed to take off the head of one undead.
Making sure that the couple was out of distance, Landon stepped from the shadows. "Vile thing." He palmed the hilt of the sword and tilted it, the blade catching in the moonlight. "Still want that dinner?"