More examples of him calculating what the enemy will do

Carmine swung her arm at waist level, apparently aiming to cut me in two; I was already in midair, sensing the motion coming. I landed on all four of the White Tiger’s legs, curling claws around the edge of a platform I landed on the bottom of before her sword, swung mere moments after her arm, cut through all four of the spectral limbs. My physical body was already out of the way, pulled to safety by the tail that curled around my waist and threw me to the ground. I landed on my feet, rolled like a pro, and came back up ready to leap forward, putting my body parallel to the ground as a whip-sword passed above me and an elongated arm of bone below. I rolled again as I landed, the renewed White Tiger rising around me—and saw Carmine land from a jump of her own, perhaps five meters from where she’d been before.

Shit, I thought as I tried to compensate, mentally rewriting all the moves I’d predicted to compensate for a change in the source’s location, but there wasn’t enough time. In the end, I barely had enough time react to the fact that I was in danger and I tried to jump back in the hopes of keeping the distance between us the same.

It was the wrong move, I chastised myself an instant later. It wasn’t just a matter of distance; there was a change in elevation on this side of the street, Carmine was crouched, the entire pattern had changed because she’d moved—I had enough time to regret not doing something else before her arm passed through my left elbow, my chest, and my right forearm at the same time her sword cut through both of my knees. For just a moment, I felt myself falling is six distinct pieces before it faded and I was running forward again.