Any type of immediate precognition was a direct counter to Juliana's power.
Because she relied heavily on quick feints and treacherous misdirections to overwhelm strong opponents, her efforts were rendered useless against someone who could see through the deception.
Still, Michael's reactions weren't as fast as she had feared.
Having already taken a direct hit from one of Ray's lances, he was lagging. The exhaustion of the battle was finally catching up to him.
His Essence reserves still remained inexhaustible, yes — since the God Who EatsIs was constantly supplying him with fuel — but he was physically reaching its absolute limit.
Yet, credit where it was due — he was still moving with enough efficiency to not only parry and deflect but also actively counterattack.
Truly, he was a monster in a league of his own.
Clang! Clang! Clang—!!
The ringing of metal reverberated through the otherwise silent forest.
