Liam was sitting sideways in the open gateway of the basketball court, his back against one side of the chain link fence post, his legs stretched out across the entrance.
The dagger was in his hand, resting across his palm, the blade facing up.
He turned it slowly.
The etched goblin face caught the floodlight every time the angle was right, the snarling teeth and narrow eyes picking up the white light and throwing it back.
He kept turning it. Watching the light move across the metal.
'I've seen things like this before,' he thought. 'Custom blades. Etched. Acid work on steel. But it was only at his visit at the underground fighting arena.' He turned it one more time. 'This is the first time I've actually held one up close.'
The weight of it was different from what he'd expected. Heavier at the guard than the tip, the balance point sitting further back than a standard blade, which would make the swing feel different.
