Cid - Predicts sword trajectory

“I see.” She shrugs dejectedly. Then, in one fluid motion, she draws her sword.

There’s no bloodlust or wasted motions behind her swing, only certain death.

As I watch her out of the corner of my vision, I accept what’s happening.

I get it. She’s gonna stop right before she hits me.

And sure enough, her blade stops right as it touches my neck.

All it does is touch it, though. She doesn’t cut so much as a single layer of my skin.

Her timing is exquisite.

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Volume 1, Chapter 7