The blade shot across the distance with frightening speed, its point aimed directly at Oliver's chest as though an invisible hand had calculated the perfect trajectory. He remained motionless for the briefest instant, watching the weapon approach without reaching for it.
Just before the sharpened edge could pierce his clothing, the sword abruptly stopped in midair. The surrounding space rippled almost imperceptibly before the force driving the weapon vanished altogether. Oliver calmly wrapped his fingers around the hilt and dismissed it into nothingness with a single thought, leaving the crazed youth staring at the empty space where his control had just been denied.
'...So the natural effect activates even against external manipulation. That's useful to know.'
