A low chuckle, a step to the side, a slight duck. Knives were too easy to avoid when you knew how to throw them. 1412 paused, running an easy hand through his hair, chuckling.

Then he dropped his knives - thunk thunk thunk into the floor - and drew the cardgun instead. Razor-sharp cards needed more precision than knives, but nick the jugular and it was ~all~over~

He fired, a spread across the hallway, intending on not letting Kaito have a chance to dodge.