One of his eyes had begun swelling slightly, his clothes were torn in several places, and bruises covered most of his exposed skin.
Tessa's father did not look particularly pretty either.
His nose was bleeding.
One side of his face had swollen, and his chest was covered in burns and bruises. But the bastard was still grinning, still standing, and still coming for more.
Elion's thoughts accelerated.
No.
Not enough.
The patriarch was too fast.
Elion could see the attacks, and his World Eyes could follow them with vivid clarity. His body simply could not always respond quickly enough.
However, he still had an ace up his sleeve.
If he could not react fast enough even though he knew the attacks were coming, what if he used an ability that would allow him to predict the attacks in advance before they came?
The man vanished again, and Elion's beautiful pupils contracted as he activated a familiar skill.
'Enhanced Cognition!'
