Peeping Tom
Hiraikotsu whistled through the air with adept stability even as it returned back to its wielder. I saw her back arch when she caught the handle with one hand and then dug it into the ground as a brake when the force of it all pushed her back.
I watched her unwaveringly from behind the safety of a thick tree trunk and smiled.
I had a nice view of her apple-round bottom from here. Good, good...
I smirked even broader when she dropped into stance, ready to hurl it again. She did...eventually...and missed the handle deliberately it seemed like.
BANG!
And it dove straight into my face.