Except... There was barely any knife to throw away - only the wire work "handle" of the blade. Rhys' hands shake as they let loose the arrows quickly. Discomfort and pain shoot up one arm as fast as the arrows speed towards Al. One hits his left knee whilst the other misses just by a few inches. It shouldn't have missed though, it was essentially point-blank. Al fell to a single knee, but raised his hands as if he was playing the piano. He stretched the fingers of his left, causing more pain in the hand that Al had just stabbed. "Moonlight Sonata: Puppet." Rhys' wounded hand began to spasm painfully, as if somebody took a sewing needle and thread and repeatedly sutured his flesh. His hand grabbed his unwounded arm and began twisting it, trying to dislocate it. Every movement his wounded arm made was painful and was felt down to the very nerves of his arm. Al began to limp backwards as Rhys' hand continued to work against him, all the while playing his imaginary piano.