Weapons began dropping in a torrent, dozens of them plunging down like spears from the heavens.
The air trembled as each one descended with enough force to embed into stone.
Noah's eyes widened, his heart slamming against his chest as he stared at the falling weapons. For a split second, his breath caught.
'This is it,' he thought. 'My moment. My trigger.'
He could feel it. That desperation to survive. The very instincts that fueled Overdrive, crawling and tightening in his chest.
Then, something changed.
His pulse roared in his ears, and time slowed. Not by much, but just enough. Just enough for it to kick in.
His eyes blurred, and in the next instant, he could see them. His eyes had zoomed in on them for him to analyze.
The weapons weren't random.
There were gaps, narrow, shifting gaps in the storm of blades. A way out.
His body moved before his thoughts could catch up.
