"Just how long is its tongue?"
That was Ethan's immediate reaction the moment the Acidspine Toad struck.
He had been at least a dozen metres away, well outside what he would've considered any reasonable range, and yet the attack still reached him with terrifying precision.
That was even while partially assimilated with Talon, his speed pushed to an absurd level.
He had barely managed to twist his body aside, but the tongue had skimmed past him. It was close enough for him to feel the burn of acid in the air and remind him just how easily that could have been lethal.
His expression tightened.
'If I can't dodge that… I definitely can't dodge bullets.'
The thought came out of nowhere, unprompted, but once it surfaced, it lingered.
Ethan's mind worked quickly, even in the middle of combat.
It wasn't just about the toad anymore, but about scale.
'At what rank do guns just… stop mattering?'
He didn't have a clear answer, simply because it depended.
