Party Crashing
Warning, there is some minor coarse language in the following
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale and release!
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Five perfect throws, five knives glinting in the light of the full moon as they sailed through the air. Each one hitting the exact mark that Mai Satomi had intended for them to hit. If by chance they hit somewhere else then the weapon master had meant for them to hit there, rather then where the rest of her deadly instruments had struck home.