Jaune seemingly aim-dodges?

I was already moving, alerted by Sense Danger, Crocea Mors, and Common Sense. I Lunged to the side, landed, and Lunged again with barely a moment’s pause to determine my destination. Bullets flew past me, flickers of steel and light I could just barely make out as they flashed through the air.

It was easy to see Penny’s plan—it was pretty much my plan turned against me, in a way. In the same way that I’d been able to dodge the swords when they’d moved faster than me simply by gauging where they were going and moving shorter distances, faced with my suddenly increased speed she had chosen to respond with an attack that required less movement. From this range, a small turn in her floating weapons could result in a vast change in the direction of bullets. Added to the speed of bullets…

It was a good plan. As far as Penny knew, I was a primarily close range fighter, after all, and she’d basically shrugged off my Dust attack like it wasn’t even there. I’d proven that I could advance even against a tide of her blades so she was choosing a form of attack that she thought had a better chance of hitting me, changing her strategy from forcing me into melee to keeping me at a distance. Whether it was because she was a robot or very skilled or a combination of both, I knew that Penny could track my movements and plot out forms of attack with tremendous speed. There seemed to be limits, possibly because her body couldn’t keep up and maybe also because calculating every possibility on a battlefield is pretty much impossible—but even as fast as I’d been suddenly moving, she’d been able to make slight adjustments to individual blades to try and get me.

A pair of guns aided by that same ability…minute adjustments made literally in-between shots as she guided the weapons towards me…I couldn’t deny that it was a pretty frightening combination, not just to be the target of but even to bear witness to. In moments, what seemed like a hundred bullets cut through the air, each drawing closer than the last as she calculated and compensated. As I dashed and dove, bobbed and weaved, complete evasions became near misses. What started as almost random fire turned into something more controlled as she learned from success and failure both.