[Bozos of Bones]

Everything played out fast, and Therlion only had time to dodge to the side and avoid the attack. A hundred options played out in his mind, with a thousands of different conditions that he didn't know yet. After a split-second debate in his mind on wether to use magic or not, he magically pulled the knife from the dead guards back and flung it in the attacker's chest. He hoped that the man would fall before the footsteps got too close, whatever side they were on. He didn't want anyone see him using magic, the results would be far too wild to control. The knife was still flying towards the man's chest, with magical speed and accuracy.