Jaune dodges that bull yo

And leapt up, out of the way of a sudden blue-green blur as Kyanos raced across the arena in shroud of his own Aura. Flashing towards the opposite wall, he seemed to rebound off something invisible before hitting it, bouncing away at an angle to change position and come back my way. Once again alerted by Sense Danger, I’d moved before the second ricochet, striding neatly out of the way of his advance. He drew passed me, changing direction again before returning my way, only to find me once again out of his path. Even if he could move fast enough to seem like a blur to normal eyes, he still traveled in a straight line, so an early warning was all I needed to get out of that line.

Except…the second attack had been faster than the first and the third faster still. When he came my way again, he continued the trend and got that much closer, the time between Sense Danger’s warning smaller and smaller until it turned into a steady alarm between the tenth and eleventh. I continued my evasion, never stopping for even a moment, but he came closer and closer as his speed increased. Would he just keep getting faster until he hit me?

No, I thought, Observing him. His MP was dropping quickly with each attack, the rate of descent rising alongside his speed. This ability—Chariot—wasn’t something he could keep up forever.

The question was if he could keep it up longer then I could evade it?

I wanted to find out. I already had Haste activated, the skill I’d drawn from yellow Dust giving a more muted increase in speed in exchange for a vastly increased duration, as well as the White Tiger’s Tread. I could still go faster if I had to, but before I did that…

I took a chance and stepped aside, turning neatly to take another step and another and another still. Sense Danger gave me an advanced warning, but here I needed something else, something to gauge the individual strikes not just the fact that I was in the line of fire.

Luckily, I had just the thing. I watched him closely, turning to keep him always in sight, and focused on him with my Clairvoyance. With my clear sight, even his steadily increasing speed wasn’t enough to escape my eyes—it was just a matter of keeping pace with my body. I could see every moment of his approach, I just needed to dodge early enough to get out of the way, to compensate for his acceleration, to move early enough to avoid danger but also late enough to keep him from reacting.

The opening for doing so shrank steadily as he raced across the area like lightning, leaving cyan streaks in the air as a mark of his passing, but I dodged and danced between the blows, using the smallest possible movements to evade, centimeters to his meters—and through it all, I waited for his MP to drop.