[His head jerks when he hears movement; his ear barely catches the action, and he moves immediately, throwing himself forward onto one hand and rotating around his pivot to swing back onto his feet. The boy is armed, but the Talon is fast. He has to keep moving, even if the space is small compared to rooftops.
He whirls around, unresponsive to the gloat as always-- it's doubtful if he's even listening, if he even cares, or if he even can listen. His focus is too sharpened, and he has to keep track of both this child and the dog.
So he keeps his breadth of the dog, and whirls around to throw the knife in his own hand towards the boy's own hands gripping the spade. And he doesn't even wait for it to hit its target before he there's another blade in his hand, and he makes his own lunge forward towards his prey.]
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He whirls around, unresponsive to the gloat as always-- it's doubtful if he's even listening, if he even cares, or if he even can listen. His focus is too sharpened, and he has to keep track of both this child and the dog.
So he keeps his breadth of the dog, and whirls around to throw the knife in his own hand towards the boy's own hands gripping the spade. And he doesn't even wait for it to hit its target before he there's another blade in his hand, and he makes his own lunge forward towards his prey.]