The problem with being a sniper, in Kyuzo's opinion, was that they didn't teach snipers any peekaboo protocols. It was a damned shame how both sides lost more good snipers that way.

Let the 'kasters kill from far away; on the ground, he needed to feel death in his hands, hard and bucking in your wrists as the breath choked out and the lungs caved in from the careful, sharp jabs his knife left, slick between each rib, precise like gears on a bike.

In the end he impaled the man on an overhanging loose steel beam and bent it back to keep him there awhile. He left the gun where it fell; he had no use for it.

That would teach a few 'Gorkas the price of pointing their toy guns at a Major.