[Espy]

Skoll blinked. From the front...? He awkwardly threw a blade with his right hand, hoping that it would stop the man before he got too close...

-shunk-

With his left-handed blade still almost parallel to his crossed arm, Skoll glanced down as the knife buried itself up to its hilt in his chest. His reaction time had been too slow. Too weak to attack with the one blade, he crumpled slowly to his knees, dragging his opponent down as Skoll tried to hold in the knife with his right hand. Pulling it out would've meant a quick death from blood loss, but even now a crimson stain was darkening the already blood-dyed shirt.

((What happened to the blade he thres is up to you.))