Ezra's left hand moved before most people could even register the motion, his thumb and index finger closing around the incoming dagger with precise timing, stopping its path cleanly as if it had simply chosen to rest there rather than pierce through him.
Without pausing, and without even shifting his stance too much, he flicked his wrist and sent the dagger back.
Clank!
The sharp collision of metal echoed across the arena as the dagger he threw struck another dagger midair, one that had been launched immediately after the first. The sound rang clear, cutting through the overlapping murmurs of the crowd.
Another dagger followed, then another.
The air itself seemed to split as multiple blades cut through it, all aimed directly at him.
Ezra didn't step back to dodge.
Instead, his left hand moved in a smooth arc, as his fingers closed one after another, catching each dagger in a single flowing motion, gathering them together like he had done this countless times before.
