After rolling through the thick smoke, Palmer nimbly maneuvered his way out. After so much misfortune, Palmer had become quite adept at escaping, but unfortunately, he had become a bit rusty at it, and that was Bologue's fault.
With a warrior as fierce as Bologue around, Palmer almost always found himself in favorable situations. Even when things were tough, Bologue held the ground, and it had been a long time since Palmer had to flee so desperately.
"Well, sometimes you have to admit," Palmer continued talking to himself, "the gaps between people can be quite vast."
Bullets whizzed past Palmer's side, leaving grazes of varying depth on his arms, waist, and thighs. Palmer gritted his teeth and continued sprinting.
Every member of the Clarks loathed confined spaces, not due to claustrophobia, but because of the instinctive alertness born from their powers.
