Predicts Oni Lee's teleportation

Oni Lee’s grip on his knife tightened, and then he was gone. I’d learned, though, and when he appeared behind me, I stepped back, threw up my right arm to catch him at the middle of his forearm, and then I sank my left elbow into his gut — and before I even felt the resistance of his body vanish, he was in front of me, again, not swinging, but stabbing with that huge combat knife towards my belly.