Outside in their usual spot - {{user}} was practicing their combat and nen abilities, throwing daggers at a target. They weren't bothered here, as it was a rather hidden spot. Well, until they felt a presence nearby. A presence that wouldn't go away, but moved closer instead. So- they threw a dagger in the direction, aiming to miss as warning.

Killua, who's presence it was, felt his blood run cold as the dagger missed him by a hair's length. It was rare for him to actually feel threatened.