Mamoru caught the glimmer of silver and responded on raw instinct.
It wasn't the knife; keeping a concealed weapon up one's sleeve wasn't alarming if you were talking about a bodyguard. That was, in fact, something of a smart practice. The trouble was that the man's movements did not match up to intention to keep it concealed, nor to allow Tharja to rise. A hand on the shoulder pinned down. With the other arm lifting, Mamoru thought he knew why there was some nervousness between the two standing guard.
"Look out!"
As an assassin, aim had been his forte. He used projectiles of all sorts: darts, arrows, throwing knives. Even now, he had a pack of darts under his suit coat, but the knife at the place setting was easier reach (and required less explanation).
With no time to bridge the distance given the table between them, Mamoru swiped it up and hurled it at the man's raised arm. It collided with the concealed knife, knocked it out of the sleeve, and fell with it to clatter harmlessly on the floor.
By then, in a decidedly ungentlemanly manner, Mamoru had scaled the table from the chair and was jumping across to meet the attackers on Tharja's side.
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It wasn't the knife; keeping a concealed weapon up one's sleeve wasn't alarming if you were talking about a bodyguard. That was, in fact, something of a smart practice. The trouble was that the man's movements did not match up to intention to keep it concealed, nor to allow Tharja to rise. A hand on the shoulder pinned down. With the other arm lifting, Mamoru thought he knew why there was some nervousness between the two standing guard.
"Look out!"
As an assassin, aim had been his forte. He used projectiles of all sorts: darts, arrows, throwing knives. Even now, he had a pack of darts under his suit coat, but the knife at the place setting was easier reach (and required less explanation).
With no time to bridge the distance given the table between them, Mamoru swiped it up and hurled it at the man's raised arm. It collided with the concealed knife, knocked it out of the sleeve, and fell with it to clatter harmlessly on the floor.
By then, in a decidedly ungentlemanly manner, Mamoru had scaled the table from the chair and was jumping across to meet the attackers on Tharja's side.