Kyo couldn't ignore it this time. As soon as the knife hit, he dropped to the ground clutching his head, hearing the whips smack through the air not more than perhaps an inch or two above the new position of his head. He could see the shapes swirling in front of his eyes, even though nothing would appear for anyone else. The knife was still in his shoulder, though, so he pulled it out, hearing the bell on his wrist jingle as he moved his hand. Dropping the knife, he stood up again, flicking the wrist holding the bell and the fan along with it. It was calming, and allowed him to think. Why had he chosen the fans again?