[b]Damien twirled his carbon fiber knives, walking slowly towards Ella with his arms outstretched, a grin crossing his face.[/b] [i]"I'm bound to need it..."[/i] [b]And with that he dashed forward, his boots skidding across the ground as he took an immediate dive and slide towards her, sparks pushing off the metal soles as he pointed his daggers outward.[/b] [i]"Les do dis..."[/i]