The second man steps forward in recognition of Allura pointing out was his turn. Reaching down to his belt he un-sheathes another knife from a series that were sheathed at his belt. This time Akira was determined to ensure that he didn't miss the mans throw, the first one had been quiet accurate after all, he wanted to see what he was up against. It seemed from his stance that he was preparing for a pretty amateurish throw. His arm was positioned as though he was going to go for an over arm throw, but if he'd done that before how could he of got such a great score? However when the man made his throw it was less of an arm movement then it was a flicking wrist movement, the knife twirling through the air as it made for its target. The knife embedded itself within the fourth ring this time, more accurate then the mas it was closing towards the target of the centre bullseye. The knife was angled in a downwards fashion across the board meaning that there was less surface area for Akira to be able to hit during his own turn. The man turns to Akira, a smug look on his face. "Your turn, Mr Hunter."

"A clever move." Akira says as he steps forward. "But a throw like that isn't going to save your coin." Just as Akira was about to step to the throwing line he stops mid-step. He reaches down to un-sheath a knife from his right boot and upon doing so turns to face Allura. A smile across his face as he raises the blade between them, his eye's were of course as red as a burning fire. Keeping his voice down so that the other players can't hear him and keeping his movements hidden so that the also couldn't see he softly taps the knife against Allura's chest. "Do you really think you should be playing games with demon hunters and angels on the approach." The demon flings his arm back round him realising the knife. The blade embedding close enough to his opponents to knock the barely secure knife from its place. "You should stay at that creepy womans then leave." Akira coughs several times as his eye colour flickers between each cough before Volkran manages to bring it to a stop. "You know... that holy water hurt... I look forward to dealing you some harm of my own." As he speaks his softly strokes Allura's cheek with the back of his hand before releasing control back to Akira.

Akira blinks several times as he looks Allura in the eye. He turns back around ready to throw, only to realise that his knife was already within the board. In confusion he looks to the opposing players expecting them to poke fun at him and Allura again. However they were just staring at him in bewilderment of what just happened." H-How did you do that?" One of them asks a hint of worrying fear in his voice.
"Luck I guess." Akira states with a shrug. "So I guess that's our round, how much you want to put down on the next?"
"The next?" One of their opponents asks with a somewhat nervous laugh as he makes his way over placing some coins in Akira's hand. "There's no next round, the bets off, being capable of a throw like that! There's no way we'd win!" The two men retrieved their knives from the board and... the tavern wall before returning to mingle with the other patrons. A disappointed frown spreads across Akira's face as he looks to Allura. "20 gold... we only made 20 gold, what happened?" Akira asked openly somewhat confused to what had happened only moments ago.