[Bakan]

*Blinking slowely, Bakan looked at the knives with shock. Such wounds would surely be fatal, if not sending massive amounts of pain throughout his body. Grunting, he reaches his arms behind him, and then feels his shoulders pop out of their sockets, yet still no pain. Grabbing both hilts, Bakan inhales, then yanks them out, expecting a wave of blood and pain. The blood part at least he can't determine, but the pain, or lack thereof, is very puzzeling. Pushing himself up, he remembers seeing two holsters for the knives on his back, sliding them back in, Bakan pops his shoulders back in and looks around.*