The least like my father, Nik is patient, perhaps to a fault. And he is singularly skilled when it comes to fighting. In fact, he trains most of Irra’s assassins, teaching them the arts of stealth, weaponry, and hand-to-hand combat on his bare, frigid planet where there are no other distractions. Training is his obsession, maybe because there’s nothing else to do on the icy ball of rock he calls home.
Zaddy
