Pixie-knife Hurler

Rungano Maseko is as big as a whaleboat, but his weapons are tiny, no bigger than his thumb. He got them in a fool's trade at market: a pouch of magic pixie knives for a day's catch. His wife called him an idiot and nearly left him over it.

But luck followed the knives. With the pouch on his belt, nets come up heavy. Cards and dice fall his way. Sniffles and headaches vanish. Gold coins glitter in the street and catch his eye. Queues thin just as he arrives. Other things too, some big, some small, all steady and strange.

Turns out his luck carries onto the battlefield. He shifts at just the right moment so arrows pass harmlessly by. Blades miss because he guesses the swing's path and jukes away. Any wounds he does receive heal very fast indeed.

The tiny blades don't hit hard, but now, proper weapons feel like stones dragging him down. The pixie knives keep him alive. That's enough for him.

It's enough for Bella Ratajowski too. It's why she asked him to join her fight against the Conclave Arcana.

After each skirmish, he walks around bent low, squinting into dirt and blood and picking up every blade. He wipes them on his shirt hem and, with a nod for each, he drops them into the pouch, which he pats and promises hearty stew when the fighting stops.

Until then, the knives and Rungano earn their keep.