Lynea had been quiet, watching the room the way a hawk watches an orchard. Her fragments traced a sedate orbit by her shoulder. She did not reach for anything in particular. She lifted her hand and the four gleaming bits of her weapon rose a hand span higher and stayed there, aligned, their edges catching the light in patient lines.
Kenzo stopped mid chuckle. "Go on" he said, softer now.
Lynea extended her fingers, and a knife from the rack trembled, slid forward, and came free of its rail. It didn't wobble. It obeyed. Another knife followed, then a third. They took up positions around her fragments in a slow ring, points inward, like petals choosing to become a flower. A training spear answered next, drifting from its hook, turning point down and hovering with a steady humility that none of the students had managed. She raised her other hand and the spears at the far wall twitched as if debating whether to join. She did not call them. She had enough already.
