Orb

The red orb was smooth to the touch, easy to slide between his fingers, rolling around the edges of his skin and never dropping to the ground. The texture felt pleasant to the touch, like a soft kind of metal, just a little cool against his skin. It was something that he had stopped thinking about a long time ago. There was almost never a moment that the orb wasn't in the palm of his hand, or at least extremely close by. Only at night when he was sleeping, but the first thing he did when he awoke was to grope around until he felt it slipping into his hand.

It had become a comfort thing for him to have it - he felt naked if he wasn't carrying it around. Fortunately he didn't need to hold onto it in the palm of his hand on a constant basis. It was connected magically to his body, and could float as though it were attached by a short leash to his wrist. It was an invisible connection, and one could pass their hand between him and the orb without interruption. But trying to pull the two away from each other was like trying to tear a sheet of steel in two with your bare hands. But by will, he could let the orb fly away from him, so as to keep from being dragged by it in a fight.

And with that ability, the orb was not only his companion, but his weapon as well. His ability to manipulate it was immense - he could change its size, its shape, its material. He could throw it at his opponent, and in the blink of an eye as it flew between them it would go from that soft metallic orb into a razor sharp dagger that pierced through a person's chest and out their back before flying back to him through their brain, a soft ball once again as he caught it in his hand. It could be a blade or hammer for him to fight with in hand-to-hand combat. But its flying was its strength.

It didn't matter how far it flew away from his hand - he could control its exact trajectory and velocity. Its ability to change form and size on the fly meant that it was impossible to be blocked or trapped, short of being completely surrounded in thick concrete. But even then, with time, a dense enough material thrown against the walls with enough force would eventually be able to break through.

Its only limitation was that it couldn't be larger than he himself was, and it couldn't shrink to be less than a centimeter in diameter. It couldn't be made to be the size of an atom and pass through the molecular structure of something, and it couldn't be made to be so large as to completely shield him or completely destroy something in a single blow.

But it did enough for him. And it made him feel safe. And that was all that mattered.