Everything mutes when he's in a battle, especially when the enemy numbers seem to be ever-increasing in swarms. Sighs, sounds, everything that isn't purely for tactical purpose fades and he's nothing but fluid in motion.
Knives are flying in every direction, which would be far more dangerous if it was literally anyone else throwing them, but with Diego behind it, they weave through the important people and land properly. He hits his targets every single time; in the eye, in the temple, wherever he was trying for, not all necessarily kill-hits, but stunning could help just as much at a crucial moment.
There's a thrill in this that nothing else ever knows or could ever touch. It's why he never did anything else, especially after bombing out of the police academy all those years ago. There was no other thing he could do and truly enjoy the way he did a fight. The heat of it, the adrenaline, the risk-- all of it fuels him in a way that makes everything feel right, complete, only in these moments.
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Knives are flying in every direction, which would be far more dangerous if it was literally anyone else throwing them, but with Diego behind it, they weave through the important people and land properly. He hits his targets every single time; in the eye, in the temple, wherever he was trying for, not all necessarily kill-hits, but stunning could help just as much at a crucial moment.
There's a thrill in this that nothing else ever knows or could ever touch. It's why he never did anything else, especially after bombing out of the police academy all those years ago. There was no other thing he could do and truly enjoy the way he did a fight. The heat of it, the adrenaline, the risk-- all of it fuels him in a way that makes everything feel right, complete, only in these moments.