Will didn't know what happened next. Matured reflexes? Luck? A bit of both? Whatever. Assassin hopped, quickly, to the left to avoid the kick, the front of his right foot hit. He dropped on his left knee, his right leg on the floor, his knife in his hand. He put it to Hunters neck, grinning. "If this weren't a spar, you'd be dead right now." He held the now blunt knife near his opponent's neck.