This half-orc is a majestic hybrid of violent threat and lithe grace. Every inch of their studded leather armor reveals the glint of a dagger, each easy to grasp and throw at a moment’s notice. Their gaze roams around them, and though you see no visible casting, plants and refuse shift like they are being lifted or rifled through. As they search, they absentmindedly switch blades between spots on their armor—one from their forearm to their belt, one from their back to under their sleeve. Rearranging, preparing. It is so captivating that you almost miss the psionic blade that appears in their hand.