Blue's short sword tore downward with such blistering speed that Asher's eyes, thoughts, natural perception, and even his Omni Perception could not follow it. The wind screamed as the blade carved through it, tearing toward his neck as Blue attempted to end the battle in one decisive motion. There was no hesitation, no wasted flourish, only lethal speed and sword arc.
Asher's Instinctive Adaptation and Optimal Movement Efficiency fired off simultaneously like twin bullets, propelling his body sideways in a burst of motion so abrupt it bordered on the unnatural. He dodged an attack he could neither see nor anticipate, saved only by his instincts, instincts that had spared him more times in the past minute than in his entire life.
