Grey's eyes reflected the oncoming attack and he let his feet slip out from under him.
It was still a measure too slow. Gravity wasn't going to be fast enough to save him from this fate. However, he wasn't banking on gravity being faster than magnetic needles. He was banking on gravity being just fast enough for the tip of his chainsaw to hit the ground again.
And that it was.
This time, however, Grey had adjusted the angle on his back just enough and zipped to the side at a sharp angle.
Chi.
The needles flew by where he had just been, and by the time they hit a tree in the distance, Grey had already leapt back to his feet. He had never imagined using the chainsaw like this, and one wrong move would have turned his own weapon against him, gouging out his legs from the back.
But he didn't even consider for a moment that he would make such a mistake, his entire body primed to a state of absolute, unbridled focus.
'Twelve seconds.'
