Lucifer gives a wicked smile as he runs a finger over one of the star's edges. Not as sharp as what he wanted but it will do. With an almost elegant flair he throws five starts at the same time each one landing in a straight line. One in the head of the shooting target, one in it's neck, continued down. He looks at the target and gives a nod. He was more mediocre with guns, but better with a sniper rifle, mediocre with knives, but better with stars etc. He always used weapons more for defense then offense, but he was glad to have them considering why he ran away from home. As that memory passes he closes his eyes for a second, his hands balling into fists. He shakes his head sharply and walks away from the stars, if Vlad wanted to see him work any other weapon he'd have to be told to do so at this point.