Logan didn't hesitate this time. He raised his hand toward the incoming daggers. His newly awakened telekinesis surged into action.
But what he expected didn't happen. He could already control up to five weapons at once — yet stopping just these two… felt impossible.
Still, under the combined pressure of his gravity magic and telekinesis, the daggers slowed.
Not stopped... But slowed enough.
The instant they closed in, Logan stepped forward and seized their hilts. His grip locked tight.
The daggers writhed violently in his hands. A sharp vibration ran through his arms, rattling his bones as they struggled to break free.
Logan's expression hardened. The more he tried to suppress them... The more fiercely they resisted. It felt as though, at any moment, they would slip from his grasp and shoot off into the distance, escaping his control entirely.
Amid the struggle, the blades struck Logan's body. One in the opposite hand, while the other in his waist.
