Cut-throat casually threw her knife up into the air, easily catching it by the handle in her hand. It was a practiced motion that she had done a million times before in training. Today should have been no different, but it just was. The presence of the other gangs in the training rooms put her on edge. She felt as if there were eyes all over her body.
Just as she was about to throw the knife, someone stepped in her path. She raised her eyebrow at the body, questioning them without words.