[Look, he needed to get you out of the way, and you seem sturdy enough, Vash; you're welcome.
And—
(Christ.)
A bunch of throwing knives out of nowhere jab with so much force into the Blighted Guy's hands that they pin back on the wall—for a while, at least—when they are about to throw yet more merch.
Mamoru finally gets up, some of the blades still between his fingers.]
How's that for diplomacy? [No one can hear him, probably, with how loud the Blighted Guy is wailing.]
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And—
(Christ.)
A bunch of throwing knives out of nowhere jab with so much force into the Blighted Guy's hands that they pin back on the wall—for a while, at least—when they are about to throw yet more merch.
Mamoru finally gets up, some of the blades still between his fingers.]
How's that for diplomacy? [No one can hear him, probably, with how loud the Blighted Guy is wailing.]