Mamoru landed in a crouch and swept his leg out to knock the man to the floor. The idea was to quickly move to disarming the second... except it seemed that was already handled.

He missed Tharja's throw; instead he heard the small crack of something shattering and the screaming that followed it. He looked up, quickly assessing that something corrosive was on his face. Later, he would think back and fully process what that meant. For now he was only thinking about disarming the threat. The acid meant his attention should stay focused on the first attacker, who was scrambling to pick up one of the knives on the floor.

Mamoru sprung over and planted the heel of his foot on the blade. The second knife he swept out of reach with his other foot.

"What's this about?" He demanded.