My father ended up being a little faster than me. The sound of that paper tearing was piercingly loud, but by then, the tip of my blade had already reached right in front of his eye.
Before I could finish what I was doing, though, a strong gust of wind swept me backward, and the next moment, I found myself wrapped in a warm embrace.
As for my father, his eyes were already squeezed shut, and there was blood seeping out from the corner of one of them.
Before he could even let out a scream, an invisible force hurled his entire body out through the door, which banged shut heavily behind him.
The room went completely quiet. The only thing I could hear was the sound of someone breathing hard, right next to me.
Colin was propping himself up against the operating table with one hand. He had a
