"Whoa, whoa." Toen held up his hands, two knives clutched in one hand. "You're not going anywhere." The remaining two guys look between Evelyn and Teon, then turned and sprinted away. "Did you even listen to me?" He groaned and grabbed one of his knives, throwing it at the nearest person. It hit him in the back and he went down. The last guy glanced back, eyes wide with panic. Teon flung the knife at him, nailing him in the eye. "That was much harder than it had to be." He held up both his hands and the knives fly back into them. "Did you really have to do the whole 'we're on a date' thing?" Teon asked, wiping the knives on his pants. "It wasn't that necessary, was it?"