Phillip picked up the knife on the table, twisting it expertly in his hands without looking. As the blade did figure eights around his wrist he sighed. "My dad said my magic is called 'the Warriors Right', and that it had something to do with knowing weapons and combat. All I know is that when I pick up a blade or a gun or really any weapon I already know how to use it." He stopped moving the knife and put it back down on the table, crossing his arms. "I can move faster and hit harder than other people too. All in all I wish I had gotten some kind of magic less obviously geared towards fighting."