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Date: 2009-01-15 11:17 pm (UTC)
[ASHGJDFJ Spice-blur time. Leto feels himself suspended in a matrix of possibilities as time slows to a seeming crawl for him. First is the target. He looses the crysknife again. It's not the prettiest throw but crysknives are very sharp so it manages to embed itself.]

Heh.

[Ok, now for the rest. Possibilities seem constricted as Leto searches for the path that won't end in him getting stabbed or knocked off his perch. The sacks are coming first, so he scrambles in a blur. The one from above impacts a foot to his left. He leans, precariously balanced in a kind of limbo, so the one to his rear swooshes an inch from him. He grabs it as it passes him and hides behind it so the knife intended for his shoulder gets lost in the canvas and sand. The second one is thrown below the sack however so he has no choice but to shoot his arm down to block it. It seems like it's gonna impale his forearm however...The knife impacts, standing on its tip. Breathing heavily, he raises his forearm to examine it. It impacted in an area covered by his sandtrout skin...He yanks it out by the handle, feeling no pain in the process. A few droplets of green spice issue from it.]
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