"Balanced knives are undoubtedly the best. You don't have to get used to a balanced knife. It's all about the center of gravity, at the middle, exactly. You can throw it from the handle or from the blade, it doesn't matter." The man had smiled ironically. "Anyway, you'll kill your opponent."
But there was no opponent. Just... just a rope.
A rope and a few seconds.
A few seconds and dust devils.
Dust devils blurring his vision.
A rope and his partner. His friend.
A knife. Balanced? Unbalanced?
A deadly rope.
His own skill.
His own will.
And Napoleon's luck.