He never felt the click.
Instead, a silver streak hissed through the air, faster than the eye could track. Kurt's switchblade launched with the full force of his might, tearing through the air. There was a wet, crunching sound as the blade buried itself through Tobias's wrist, pinning his arm to the ornate wood-paneled wall behind him.
"A-ARGHH!"
The remote slipped from his nerveless fingers. Kurt was already moving, his body a blur of shadow. He caught the remote mid-air, his boots skidding on the wine-soaked silk of the floor.
"Not today, you pathetic parasite."
Tobias screamed in pain and pure agony. But he was a man fueled by a lifetime of dark devotion and blood magic. With his free hand, he drew the obsidian dagger from the back of his trousers. He didn't try to pull his pinned hand free and just launched himself forward, swinging his dagger straight down at Kurt.
