[Vash can sense the irritation in Knives, but he doesn't give into the desire to smash the faces of everyone in the crowd. Instead, he laughs, the sound of it just at the edge of mania.]

Use the knives? [He asks.] Those knives? Why the fuck would I need to do that?

[He raises up his hand and his fingers morph and change into a blade.

He hadn't been able to summon anything since he arrived, but of course, at this moment he would find the ability to create something from his flesh.

It isn't what he truly wants - which would be to call forth enough to stab everyone in the crowd - but it's the shape of a dangerous looking dagger.]

You all lack imagination if you think I'd have to use such pitiful weapons.