"Upon his chest, in scabbards rest, the rows of throwing knives. Whose razor points, in challenged tests, have finished many lives!"
— Judas Priest, "The Sentinel"
Angel: What's the situation, sergeant?
Sergeant: Two blokes and a fuck ton of cutlery.
Sergeant: Two blokes and a fuck ton of cutlery.
— Hot Fuzz
"between the gun & the blade.. throwing knives are the 'Best of both worlds' when it comes to eliminating thousands of home intruders at once"
Void "Inflation Square"
User: Sakuya Izayoi
Knife Density: ★★★★★★★
A spell card where she stops time and sets up knives all over the dang place. From my perspective, I'm suddenly being surrounded by a ridiculous number of knives, but y'know. It's kind of funny to imagine her running around an' placing all these knives while time is stopped. It's so dense that it's barely possible to dodge. She's totally in her prey-huntin' mode. That aside... I really wanna see what it looks like when she's setting up the knives, just once.
User: Sakuya Izayoi
Knife Density: ★★★★★★★
A spell card where she stops time and sets up knives all over the dang place. From my perspective, I'm suddenly being surrounded by a ridiculous number of knives, but y'know. It's kind of funny to imagine her running around an' placing all these knives while time is stopped. It's so dense that it's barely possible to dodge. She's totally in her prey-huntin' mode. That aside... I really wanna see what it looks like when she's setting up the knives, just once.
—Marisa Kirisame, The Grimoire of Marisa, referring to a Spell Card from Shoot the Bullet.
My heart flared with rage. I felt my nerves ignite. A pony in my head tried to remind me that I couldn’t start killing slavers. That my only chance to get at Red Eye required keeping a low profile until I could get close. That I still had a lot of work to do…
…that I really didn’t want to save that sadistic bitch and her rapist buckfriend anyway. What the hell was I doing risking my life, risking everything, for them?
And absolutely none of that mattered, as the slavers learned when the glare from my horn was matched by the light that flooded over hundreds of deadly-sharp shards of mirrored glass.
The slaver pony with the sawed-off shotgun managed to get a shot off before the room became a cuisinart. He missed.
…that I really didn’t want to save that sadistic bitch and her rapist buckfriend anyway. What the hell was I doing risking my life, risking everything, for them?
And absolutely none of that mattered, as the slavers learned when the glare from my horn was matched by the light that flooded over hundreds of deadly-sharp shards of mirrored glass.
The slaver pony with the sawed-off shotgun managed to get a shot off before the room became a cuisinart. He missed.
—Fallout: Equestria, Chapter 25: Generous Souls
