The knives flew, hitting the first man in the hand. The second one fell with a curse, when his leg suddenly gave up, and the richly dressed one jumped back with a curse, when the arterial spray from the leg put a stain on his white shirt. This seems to shake him out of his surprised state.<br/>He lifts his hands, palms towards the Jakka. His gaze runs between the two wounded men. One down, one clutching his hand and only having one good hand...<br/>"Hey, you don't want to kill anyone here... And you aren't really trying, are you?What do you want?"