Alright, fine, two can play at this game.

He shifts back a half-step, extends his right arm toward the knife and flicks his fingers, dislodging the blade with relative ease then floating it back over toward Jim. Klaus hovers it within reaching distance, grinning like the Cheshire cat, attention flickering between the bullseye and Jim.

“Put that to the test, then. Again,” and he jerks his head in the direction of the target. “Let's see just how fast you are.”