The young man glances at Maka in confusion as the bounty hunter whips both blades at high speed toward him, one aimed at his liver and the other the back of his neck. The boy whirls around, catching sight of the attack, and throws up his left palm, deftly catching both daggers: one piercing through his hand, and the other sheathed in his gut. Conversely, the bounty hunter gurgles blood and slumps forward, a shadow tendril speared through his jugular the only thing holding him upright.
The boy staggers, and falls onto his back in shock, eyes closed shut and teeth gritted.
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