"Hah!" Shouting in response, Compass Carburettor activated his Armament, slashing towards a Grassman, cutting off his hand. He decided to call them Grassmen for convenience's sake.
Not pausing to fight the other party, he continued to run, only attacking those that arrived too close. It was because the number of Mental Energy streams he was getting had dwindled alarmingly quickly.
So, he couldn't use Directional Misalignment too much, only saving it up for emergencies. Left with no other choice, he used his Armaments to slash off his enemies.
He had been focusing on Grisha's Mental energy stream all along, noticing that it had remained the same from the start.
Worry!
'Dammit, think of something else too, would you? At least something that would allow me to know your situation!' He thought, perplexed, continuing to run over the divider as he watched the height of the grass had now almost reached the divider.
