Ryn batarang

No one else spoke until Horatio elbowed Wes, who jumped and added, “Yeah! I mean, Ryn, you look… different. I mean great! Not that you don’t always look girl— er, great. Wow.” He tugged his collar, scanning for an escape route, and Ryn was pleased at the way he twisted—it reminded her she was still the predator. “From the top.” He flexed his mouth, as though to limber it up. “I like how you look.”
Unsure what to say, she told the truth. “You smell harmless. I like that.”
Horatio offered his hand to Naomi and they chatted on their way out the door. When Wes offered his, Ryn stared at it.
“Oh, I got you this.” He removed from his pocket a thin, black metal object sharpened on every edge.
“What is it?”
“A batarang.”
That didn’t clarify anything.
“You throw it. To disable bad guys.” He made a tossing gesture and a sound from his lips, like air swishing. “I figured after the club… just figured you’d probably like a batarang.”
It was thoughtful. Ryn hefted the weapon, testing its weight. “Sharp,” she complimented, fingering its edge.
“It’s totally not a toy. I bought it online and tried throwing it a few times. The less said about that the better.” He rubbed a fresh scar on his chin.

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Almost. Bracing the stool with her shoulder to keep him at bay, her kanaf opened to let Wes’s batarang fall into a gap between two knuckles. She took aim and flung it, curving the whizzing steel around the room, to a stack of half-knocked-over gas canisters where it clipped off the stems of two pressurized tubes. They jetted like two steel torpedoes and one pounded Saxby in the ribs, setting off another hacking fit that teetered him, taking his weight momentarily off her.
Wriggling from the debris, she lashed her kanaf onto her right leg, using one sharp tug to sink the ball joint into its socket. She bit off a scream, rolling to her feet.

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