Asher

I had learned twice over to never underestimate our youngest, for even in his compromised state, his aim was precise, as was his element of surprise.

I narrowly escaped getting stabbed in the arm by the knife he hurled in my direction, dodging it by a hair's breadth.

His speed had been remarkable; I had barely registered his movement as he produced the knife, reacting purely on instinct to evade his attack.

The knife flew across the room, striking the wall and sending sparks flying ...