Fire needle throw

“I am Larmica, daughter of Count Magnus Lee, the ruler of
the entire Ransylva district of the Frontier. Do you think I can be bested by
the likes of you and your sword?”

Before she’d finished speaking, a streak of white light shot toward her
breast from D’s left hand. In fact, it was a foot-long needle he’d taken out at
some point and thrown faster than the naked eye could follow. It was made
of wood. As it traveled at that unfathomable speed, the needle burned from
the friction of the air, and the white light was from those flames.
But something odd had happened.

The flames had come to a stop in front of D’s chest. Not that the needle
he’d thrown had simply stopped there. The instant it was about to sink into
Larmica’s breast, it had turned around and come back, and D had stopped it
with his bare hand. Or to be more accurate, Larmica had caught the needle
with superhuman speed and thrown it back just as quickly. The average
person wouldn’t even have seen her hand move.

“If the servant is no more than a servant, still the master is a master.
Well done,” D murmured, heedless of the flaming needle in his hand or the
way it steadily scorched his naked flesh. “For that display of skill you get
my name. I’m the Vampire Hunter D. Remember that, should you live.” As
he spoke, D sprinted for the young lady without making a sound.

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