[He couldn't help his amusement at Lightning's clear reply, his smirk growing ever so slightly as she approaches, apparently unswayed by the looming fist, even with it's sparks (that thankfully fade as she has better thoughts). As the fist swings, he doesn't even attempt to dodge it. James is already aware that he deserves it and takes the swing with a sort of smug satisfaction, head jerking to one side before he slowly looks back to her with a smile. That'll bruise, no doubt, but that can't be helped.]
No hard feelings, darling. [All he'd needed was for her (or any of them) to get closer. And with those words there's a flash of silver, a glint of metal for only a split second as he lashes out with the hunting knife now in his hand, aiming for her abdomen.
Hitsugaya's spell comes just at the right time, no sooner does Bond move than the light envelops him, bringing his arms tight to his side and just possibly saving Lightning from a nasty little stabbing. Or at the very least ensuring he's not there twisting the knife after contact.
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No hard feelings, darling. [All he'd needed was for her (or any of them) to get closer. And with those words there's a flash of silver, a glint of metal for only a split second as he lashes out with the hunting knife now in his hand, aiming for her abdomen.
Hitsugaya's spell comes just at the right time, no sooner does Bond move than the light envelops him, bringing his arms tight to his side and just possibly saving Lightning from a nasty little stabbing. Or at the very least ensuring he's not there twisting the knife after contact.
Motherfuckers.]
Fair cop.