Once more, he dodged backwards, it was the only thing he could do. A blow from the front was almost certain to come, so he lunged at empty air to stop it, despite his vision being too blurry to see. Once more, however, Gar had chosen to seize his opportunity. Once more, he opted for the poor strategy of letting Oliver lie, and doing nothing.
With a violent pull of his hand, Oliver cast the helmet from his head. "Damn thing," he cursed. Seeing through the slit of its mask reduced his vision to such a degree that he had no idea what was going on. He supposed that was Gar's strategy – dance out of range of the helmet's vision. With the helmet gone, however, that strategy wouldn't account for much.
