Nolan Gould!
Thwack!
A blurry thing swooshed past the disciples standing in front and slammed into the talkative Braveheart disciple's forehead with a thwacking sound.
His head swung back due to the powerful force, knocking him out unconscious before he fell towards the ground.
Thud!
Just as the disciple's back touched the ground, a dagger fell between his legs, embedding itself in the field, missing his private parts by only an inch.
Nolan stood wide-eyed, and the girl beside him was the same.
The thing that had slammed into the braveheart disciple was the blunt end of the dagger's handle. No one could reach out to stop it or even see it being thrown at their comrade.