Dentriloquism

Snap. Daggers glided swiftly through the air, aimed at the boy in green. He was in a stance to deflect with that pitiful wooden shield, when the hilt of his blade began to flash. Distracted, the boy didn't have time to register that the daggers sent towards him had pinned him to the nearest wall. He furrowed his brow in utter annoyance as a spirit materialized in front of him, telling him something about a remote being low. (Maybe it was code for something.) As I approached him, I flashed my amazingly white teeth at the distressed boy in front of me, pinned to the wall by none other than my daggers. Those amazingly white teeth were soo