Leonel might have reached the Superior Stage in his Metal Body, but he wasn't infallible. He was under no delusions that he would survive such an onslaught. And, even if by some miracle he did, he doubted that he would still be in position to fight.

However, he didn't intend to allow such a thing to happen.

His mind was on a completely different level. He could see everything before it happened.

Joseph's order to fire. The spinning gears as the final tweaks were made to their aim. The slight scent of gun powder. The touch of heat that graced the barrels.

Leonel felt it all as if he was right there in the cockpit with them all. Which tanks were firing, where they were in relation to him, exactly when their shells would exit the nozzles… He saw through it all.

And that, exactly that… would be their downfall.

Leonel's raised hand trembled slightly. It was only the slightest flick, yet seven foot-long needles shot forward at impossible speeds.

They tore through the air, leaving a streak of smoke in their wake. Then…

The sound barrier shattered.

In one blink the needles were floating by Leonel's side. In a second blink they had appeared before the nozzles of the seven firing tanks. In a third…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Joseph's heart trembled.

"No… No…"

almost as though he knew exactly

their barrels. The timing of Leonel's attack was so perfect that the needles met the projectiles

slumped into his chair, staring at his monitor with a pale

even do. Despite the fact he had a high rank, he only had a healing ability. Even if he wanted

Before he could even react, his younger brother had exploded through the roof

just as violently, becoming a massive

logic. He didn't have time to

Leonel was nowhere near the monster he was now. How could there even be

that these matters were different from what they had once been in the past. His ability had improved and his ability to use

his improvement match with

Leonel completely. And, at the very least, its shadow succeeded

All Leonel saw was a wave of earth and the man who stood atop

used

hands, facing his palm toward

"[Earthen Shackle]."

The earth he had always been able to control at a

forward momentum, but that was when he suddenly found his ankles and wrists had been caught, shackled down without even a chance

air now, shackled by earth that had once

tanks never even made it to the gates and even the Invalids that had

moment, Miles had managed to crawl his way back up to an undamaged section of the wall. Heavy breaths heaved his chest as he sat slumped to the

had was Leonel's familiar voice roaring through the city. But, he

he simply didn't care. He had managed to survive and that was all that

to find that he had managed to crawl back up to a section of the wall where the

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