"Oh, c'mon, that was straight on! Ah, what'd she tell me before again...?" A spin? Give it a spin? She managed to count how many times it spun before it'd hit the surface, which would allow her to get the knife to sink into the surface.

He readied the second blade, stuck his tongue to a lip corner in concentration, and put his upper body into hurling the second. Was he trying to hit a target or kill a behemoth?

Thunk... In it stuck. But the first knife was rattled by the impact of the second, and fell free. The lalafell clicked his tongue in dismay.

"They have to stay in~ One shot left! Or, you can get three more knives."