Void threw her knives with a kind of precision that she'd only seen from the handlers that had trained her. He was good, too damn good. She did feel a pang of embarrassment that she questioned his abilities, though her reasoning behind that was simple. She'd had "pointers" from others before, many of whom were nowhere near as good as they thought they were. At least he had the skills to back his critique.
In a brief moment of stupidity, Nicky pulled a shadow from beneath the table and shaped it. The darkness solidified into a perfectly balanced knife and she spun it in her hand before launching it down range. The blade shot past Void and dug into the target with the precision that she'd been working on honing.