Had been working on his Psychic abilities rather intently. He had even gone as far as to implement it's use into combat, Though he had began noticing something developing in the back grounds with each fight he had. He had noticed more and more that he'd get images of incoming blows and attacks before they happened, sometimes with his speed he'd be able to avoid them but something about that felt wrong, like was doing something incorrect, a feeling he knew all to well.

He focused his energy before forming three split clones  and had them battle him. He started off slow, letting his body loosen up so he could fully get the speed and flexibility he was going to need to fight them all at once. His mind still thinking about what it was he was doing wrong, he was able to prevent himself from getting hit but still a feeling in the back of his head told him it wasn't the right way to react.

 The speed the clones used was raising steadily and he was starting to have to focus to keep them from hitting him. As the speed picked up images began appearing in his head, he dodged them like normal and that same nagging feeling was eating away at him. Enough so that he was trying to figure out what it was that he was not doing right, knowing it had something to do with his psychic abilities so he tried increasing the mental energy, the images seeming to start playing out before his eyes. Making it harder to see what was happening but at the same time he could manage barely, still using his speed and reflexes instead of psychic intuition, and do to that he was starting to mess up as one of the clones grazed his side.

 The images dissolving as his focus was wavering, but then an idea occurred to him, stop relying on just his normal sight but focus more on his mind's eye. Applying this, his eyes glossed over as they lost their two tones and become clear. He began sensing where the blows were going to land before they happened and form a counter to it. The clones attacks kept getting faster but he seemed to be able to keep up with ease, instead of just being on the defensive he found he could quickly turn it onto the offensive as he countered one of them and was able to get another to attack them. As they both dissolved back into energy.  He was about to go after the last one before he noticed his senses dulling as the strain had already taken it's toll and he slipped out of what ever it was he had stumbled upon, and was quickly met with a pawed fist to the face.

 He stumbled backwards holding his head as the last clone had vanished back into energy leaving Michael a bit confused and curious what it was he had just achieved.