Fenrir's Fangs

"Hmm...time for a blade dance" - muttered Viktor out loud, so Ashley heard it.
That was a way, in which Vik, James and Craig called a blade training session.
Vik's a surgeon, so it's natural, that he loves blades.
Making his way out of the bar, he noticed, that Ashley took an interest in what Vik sayed, so after Vik took the first steps on the staircase, he knew, that Ashley was following him.

Vik and the guys used the old warehouse of the building as the training spot. There was dummy, representing their opponent.
Vik grabs his knife, an ancient kris, that he found in the museum. It's more for silently and quickly killing a human, rather then fighting zombies.
He stood next to the dummy, conforting it, Kris in hand.
Six vital parts of the human body, any strike with a knife in any of those six parts is a fatal wound.
Slash the throat, stab the liver, thrust into the lungs, stab the groin, deep cut from neck to the groin, that strike needs two hands, then a knife uppercut, slightly pulling it to yourself with your free hand, you stab through the neck into the nose.
One, two, three, four, five six.
Six deadly attacks, all take only one second.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five, six.