Eidolon crossed the battlefield in a flash, weaving to the left of one of the two remaining columns of altered time, the right of the next, and erected a wall to keep the steam from frying the flesh from our bones.

It couldn’t have been precognition that let him move that fast. Enhanced reflexes? Something else entirely?

And he’d been saying his power had been getting weaker.

Wildbow, Worm, 25.6