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- Edward wouldn’t- he couldn’t let his friend die. Not here, not because of his mistake. And not to a man like Wesker. His body moved on its own. In that instant, he could only think back. Back to what Cranberry had said on the elevator. Shutting down the brain, ignoring its warnings, and achieving the level ‘beyond’.
- Cranberry had been fast before. Edward had even thought her kick was approaching lightspeed. But to save Shirou, he would have to be faster than light. His muscles ached, his skin felt like it was tearing from his arms and legs. Every step shot pain throughout his body. This wasn’t a speed he, or anyone else, was meant to achieve.
- But Edward pushed all of that out of his head. This was about survival. If he didn’t do it now, if he didn’t save Shirou, he would die. What was a little pain if it meant he could go home to his Bella?
- In that instant, it was as if time had stopped. In Edward’s eyes he was the only thing moving. The friction of merely his hand moving through the air was enough to create smoke. His muscles were screaming as Edward thrust his hand out. His palm was flat, his fingers like knives, as he shattered Wesker’s handgun and continued right for his face.
- And then the unthinkable happened. Wesker turned his head.
- It wasn’t enough to avoid the strike completely. Wesker’s sunglasses were knocked from his face, and a thin scar formed from Edward’s pinky finger slicing through the skin. But even that simple movement should have been impossible. Reacting to Edward should have been impossible.
- - Season 13, Round 5, /u/7thSonOfSons
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