You two were partners for the next show. And so, what's a show without a rehearsal?

As you were carefully walking on the rope, trying your best not to fall, your partner, Scaramouche, threw knives all around. You avoided them at all cost in every condition one may dismay.

That is, until you felt the rope cut in half. You look at Scaramouche who just smiled mischievously. “Oops. My hand slipped.”