Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190607184542/@comment-36159587-20190611002407

 Galaxian stepped away, knowing the wound wasn't even vital. He knew where to make it vital--but he hadn't. He'd been aiming for the spot, sure, but he'd changed the path of the weapon just in time.

 He let go of the knife, stepping away. "A taste of your own medicine for you, huh, Koku?"