Ned reacted to the thread the Tailor sent to him. He had been caught with it before, and the impression it left Ned wasn't something to look forward to. No one but him, perhaps, only except for ICE, could control his body.
He rolled, evading a strange whistle of air, and swiftly tossed himself up to stand. Putting a barrier against the pain resonating in his body. He had to like he had any other choices left.
Ned dashed behind the boulder, leaning against it, breathing heavily. His vision was still blurring but with the aid of his display and Detect skill, he could somewhat tell where his opponents were. Ned reached for the Butterfly and summoned it again. He had stamina left to feed the sword.
