Why not throw the knife at Hazama's face, Izaya, you'll give him a souvenir to remember this by. And honestly, he's seen better dancing from a cripple, so you're really not earning any points for being creative, there.
"A shame. Is that why you have a cute little secretary to cook for you? What was her name?" Even with the coils stretched taut around the room, Ouroboros does have enough slack to maneuver back to where Hazama stood and lift its grotesque head up to him. He stroked a finger over the edge of the grappler head and coos to it softly. "Namie, was it? A shame she couldn't join us tonight, I'll have to make sure to include her in the guest list for next time."
When the weapon retracts, endless coils of energy spilling out from seemingly everywhere to fill the room, Hazama spreads his fingers wide to reveal the assortment of stilettos filling the void between his fingertips. One eye closing in mock concentration, he aims one carefully at Izaya's form -- and then sends the entire assortment in his hand flying at Izaya's legs, shoulders and chest in a blur of movement.
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"A shame. Is that why you have a cute little secretary to cook for you? What was her name?" Even with the coils stretched taut around the room, Ouroboros does have enough slack to maneuver back to where Hazama stood and lift its grotesque head up to him. He stroked a finger over the edge of the grappler head and coos to it softly. "Namie, was it? A shame she couldn't join us tonight, I'll have to make sure to include her in the guest list for next time."
When the weapon retracts, endless coils of energy spilling out from seemingly everywhere to fill the room, Hazama spreads his fingers wide to reveal the assortment of stilettos filling the void between his fingertips. One eye closing in mock concentration, he aims one carefully at Izaya's form -- and then sends the entire assortment in his hand flying at Izaya's legs, shoulders and chest in a blur of movement.