Dimensional Descent

Leonel's mind accelerated to the point he could almost see the movement of the bullets through the air on a frame by frame basis.

As old and dated as Double Shot's pistols looked, they shot with a speed beyond anything an old western movie could match. In fact, if those two shots were fired off in a Third Dimensional world, even space itself would be torn apart to carve a path out for them.

With that speed came a lack of responses Leonel could make. He was at most 50 meters from Double Shot and the speed of the bullets wouldn't allow him to tilt his head and neck out the way in time. Or… Rather it wouldn't have had Leonel reacted to the two shots as opposed to Manson's words.

Leonel's ability had been entirely focused on Manson, and more specifically the movement of her muscles, from the very beginning. The moment her throat prepped to speak, he had already picked up on it.

For a woman who hadn't spoken a word since she entered, what could she possibly be preparing to say? Obviously it wasn't for idle chitchat or smack talking, so she could only have been calling for her teammates to take action.

Assigning a probability of over 90% to this, Leonel had already been prepared.

The earth beneath one of Leonel's planted feet shot up at an angle, sending him flying to the side.

The upward swing of Manson's kick reached him long before the bullets would and even as the earth rocketed him to the left. One would have thought that Manson's toes would be fragile and delicate like most everyone else's, but just a slight graze against what was just Leonel's prepared defenses tore a bloody gash through his wrist.

the way, sending one of his minds to

from damaging his muscle and ligaments. Had that happened, he didn't know if it would still be possible to complete his Craft. His hands

of Manson's kick. Yet she somehow managed to change her trajectory just enough that he was both nicked and was unable to

at least lop Leonel's wrist off with that kick,

feet, her movements looking as agile as a cat's. If it wasn't for her drunkard appearance, she would definitely be capable of playing the role of feared assassin. But the light gasps that left her

Manson's words slurred

like a nuke going off in their minds. Even though they always set out as a team, the reality was that they rarely, if ever, actually used their formation. Usually, it would just be one of the three of them dealing with the target, as

taking

annoying.' Leonel's gaze

truly wanted to take things seriously. He had yet to ask the dictionary what Manson's ability was because he hadn't gotten any breathing room to do

Instinct, Prediction, and Foresight. Once again, the fifth, in this

was happening and react to it, but the image wasn't clear nor obvious. Often those at this stage

dull her senses to an extreme to simulate a higher level of her Intuition Ability Type, crossing over into high levels

had to be drunk

she shouldn't have, he