Speed… Speed… Speed… Speed…
'Plan C… If I can't beat him with any other method, I'll brute force the victory. He is not that fast, so let's see if he can dodge my attacks now even with the future sight!'
Kiernan thought.
Prisoner's hair was standing on end, and he lowered his stance as if he was preparing for whatever was going to happen next.
It was silent for a moment.
Then.
Swoosh!
Kiernan speared through the air toward Prisoner, who was already taking steps to dodge, but it looked like he was moving in slow motion.
"Iron Lance!"
Kiernan's spearhand came fast and furious.
It stabbed into Prisoner's left arm, cutting through the thick muscles, and the blood sprayed onto the ground in a crimson arc.
Prisoner's left arm got detached from his shoulder, and it fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
"Huh…"
He just had a simple "huh" as a response, as there was nothing else to say.
