Highest Rank: #144 in Adventure. He was 18-years-old when his father died. He was also 18-years-old when he received his powers, one of which was the ability to manipulate metal.
After running into the city of Politum, Tyzon Foster is kidnapped by...
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I followed Eric into a small archery range outside of the building, which had a comforting view of the silhouette of the city. There were only several targets that barely made the area a range and I found no bows or any arrows, which confirmed that the gang did not have the greatest accessibility to money. Instead, I found a wooden table with metal-tipped throwing knives with rings at the end of each handle. Eric challenged me, "How good are you with throwing knives?"
It was not even my first official day of being there and Eric was already testing me. For him to ask me something I had never done before, I simply answered, "Not the best," to which I had the intention of building a solid yet false reputation that I learnt to be a mistake.
Eric scoffed at me and threw a blade hitting the middle of the target. I looked at the remarkable feat and was astonished at his skill. "Go on, you try," Eric misguidedly suggested. I looked at him in bitterness at the briefness of instructions and the nonexistence of theory work or training I underwent before I would hurl a knife into a target about 60 feet away. He noticed my spiteful gaze and attempted to explain things more smoothly, "It's just like a baseball, just pitch it, and point the end of the blade opposite the direction you are aiming." He then positioned my fingers to how it should look to represent his method of throwing knives, which evidently helped more than before.
"How hard should I throw it?" I asked unsurely, with the blade about to fall off from how firmly I was pinching the handle.
"As hard as you can, sweetheart," he mocked me, obviously unaware of the extent of my capabilities, but so was I.
I lobbed the knife with all my might, forgetting to aim for the target, but with the intention of impressing Eric. As I released the handle of the knife, it went further than I expected as it flew further than the eye could see and turned into a speck in a split second. I had even feared that it could have entered the city and I might have just impaled someone, but there was something else to worry about, Eric's suspicions. "Either you just pegged my knife a trillion yards towards the city with a robotic arm, or I was hallucinating, and I doubt that was a hallucination," Eric sounded suspicious but there was a shimmer of his being impressed. He continued to test me in the skill, "Either way, try not to show off, and aim at the bloody target, because I don't want to lose another knife."
"Maybe the three thousand dollars you stole from me should help you buy a new knife," I retorted.
"If there's one thing I hate," he approached me in a confronting manner, "It's not attitude," Eric then tapped me on my arm and chuckled at how intimidated I was, "But still, why does a kid like you have possession of three grand? One could be suspicious about this, and I am not denying that I am having these thoughts," I gulped, "Tyzon, have you ever heard of the saying: 'let the cat out of the bag'?"
"Have you ever heard of the saying: curiosity killed the cat?" I countered, showcasing the attitude that seemed to impress him, even though he sort of owned me. "I prefer to keep my secrets under the wraps, Eric. It's not for the faint of heart."
