Arthur Stanford

Location:Top Deck
Skills: Ferrokinesis
Arthur looked on as he late sister delivered her message, unable to form a response. It hurt a lot to see her, more than he expected, but when Rebecca told him to stay, something snapped. Him being useless in that fight at camp was the last time he'd ever feel that way. His hands shaking, he drew his dagger, and exhaled. He was going out there, and he was going to keep these people safe. Running out to the deck, he looked out at the birds, ready to fight.
Almost on impulse, he tossed his knife up into the air for a moment, before it floated back down to hid hand. Once more, he put threw it up, only for it to stay this time, floating above his hand. There was something new in his eyes, a kind of fury that he hadn't felt before. These monsters wanted them? They'd have to take them by force. From his hands, the dagger flew and struck one of the creatures, before jutting at a right angle, and striking another one, making both of them fall dead. Returning back to him, Arthur held the dagger in his hands, a bit surprised at what he'd just done, but impressed nevertheless.