FTE disarm

“Stand aside, Gavner Purl,” Larten said, addressing him in the same
rough way he had when Gavner was a boy.

“No!” Tanish squealed, clutching Gavner’s jacket. “Don’t leave me!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Gavner growled, pointing his knife at their
assailant. “Back off or I’ll–”

Larten moved like a bolt of lightning. Gavner had been blooded, and his
vision was sharper than any human’s, but even so he couldn’t follow the
vampire’s movements. It was as if the red-cloaked man momentarily
disappeared then reappeared in the same position as before. Gavner felt a
stinging blow to his wrist and when he glanced down, his knife was gone.
Gavner squinted and spotted his knife in Larten’s hand.

***

The Saga of Larten Crepsley: Palace of the Damned, Chapter 23