"Hmph," Henderson puffed, drawing a combat knife from his shirt. "You guys are predic'able." He smirked. "And I'm..."

He threw the knife behind him, aimed at what seemed to be nothing. Blink appeared in its path, taking the knife in the shoulder. She let out a cry of pain, glaring at Henderson.

"...a world class marksman."

- KiwiArms's Round 2