by Ross Jacobson » Fri Dec 09, 2011 9:55 am
Ross shrugged reached over to an end table where someone had left a plate from their lunch that the crabby barista hadn't picked up yet. He picked the knife up off it, and without any preamble, put his hand on the wooden end table and slammed the point of the knife down onto the back of his hand. The knife wasn't particularly sharp, but with the force he put behind it, that shouldn't have mattered. Still, the tip of the knife was bent, while all he had to do was wiggle his fingers a little and his hand looked just the same as it had before.