"I did not throw them all at once. But I could." He didn't see why he couldn't. He could control more than one at a time. His father had made sure to hone that skill in him, once it became apparent he had a skill at all.
He tugged the knives free of the tree and stacked them in his hand. He took one in his other hand and spun it around expertly. He might have been showing off, because why not? Knives were his thing. "You got a name?"