Or catch it. Years of various forms of training had awarded Tseng a high level of awareness of his surroundings paired with exceptional reflexes. Without taking the time to turn towards the threat, the Turk lifted a hand to catch the disc full stop next to his head. It was light enough that he didn't need to redirect momentum. It was also not a real weapon as he saw it, and a quick investigation revealed no explosives. Following the trajectory of the chakram back to the assailant revealed an almost unnaturally red head of hair. Tseng's first instinct was that Reno was messing with him, but then...

"Did you throw this?" He asked the boy calmly as he stepped closer, offering the chakram out to the young man. Not Reno, but the resemblance was striking.