[i]He turned to look at the young man, his red eyes shining brightly through the golden reflection, but the rest of his face obscured, hiding his emotion, if there was one. He knelt down on one knee, running his gauntleted hand down the grease until it brushed over what had caught him. A finger curled around the string just off of his leg, pulling it, then plucking it, a good thrum coming off of the taut cord. The sheening sound again as a gold disc opened up under the string, followed by another concussive boom as a knife was fired. The blade was of the ancient, lost make of Damascus steel, and coated in a layer of magic, not to mention that it had fired at a speed greater than the speed of sound up into the string. Strangely enough though, this boom seemed to echo curiously, almost as though there had been another weapon launched. There had been. As he had been feeling the string and opened the portal beneath it, another portal opened behind him simultaneously. It was aimed at the space between his chest and thigh, directly at the young boy. It had fired yet another Damascus dagger at him, flying through the space perfectly and coming right for his chest.[/i]