The blade was not often used for its intended purpose. Ezekiel had used his knife to skin animals and work with their hides far more than he ever used it to fight. Still, the coyote was meticulous with his weapons and the edge of the knife was still sharp. He held it lightly, as he always did, and observed the man before him. Despite his obvious lack of training, the Russian showed the drive and the potential that Ezekiel had learned to look for.
“Knives can be weapons,” the coyote explained, lifting his own. “But they really aren’t all that different from your teeth or claws, which is why I don’t use them. Still, if you get someone in a vital spot—“ he illustrated, pointing at the side of his body directly below his ribcage. “A knife will kill. They go a lot deeper. Same with those,” Ezekiel added, looking over to the bow and arrows. “But those are for ranged attacks, not close combat.”
Despite his often jovial appearance, he was nothing but serious for the moment. “How much do you know about anatomy?” Hawkish eyes focused on the darker man, unsure of how much he could expect.
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