While I had fully synchronized my consciousness with the MIND, the amount of things that I envisioned hadn't been able to be made into reality yet, literally.
It was just like how a person had just started their career in painting, only to realize that they couldn't do straight line art in a single stroke for that sweet part of the imagination in their head.
As for my situation, it was more like an amateur that had gone on hiatus for four years, only to pick up a foreign fancy brush that I may or not be fully capable of holding with a stable grip.
Even my wrists were aching really badly, while I'm controlling the output of the MIND's tidal matters.
Adust was also trying to optimize herself to match my wavelength, but I'm afraid that I don't have time to cultivate any muscle memory.
I really was, dancing in an unrelenting storm.
And the storm was just getting started.
"Ah yes, are we doing Ballad? Or Capoeira?"
Ignoring my desperate attempt at humor, Hans ran forward.
No, that wording was undervaluing the speed that he had exerted.
It was only a blink, a blink from a person who had four times the mind processor of a normal person.
If there was a camera in between the length he had traveled, the lenses won't capture him, not even a single pixel.
Yes, he was there, two meters away in front of me. His blue eyes above were as cold as the winter. He was there, suddenly manifesting like a god of war, with the appearance of a titan.
He was there, hurling the Zweihander with both hands.
My feet were weary, but it had enough speed and reaction.
I only needed to move.
In that very moment, I zapped my senses with a tight grit of my teeth, and forced my left leg to stomp forward.
My arms couldn't keep up with my brain, but the angle of the sword was perfect.
The tip of Adust's blade was pointing towards his heart.
With conviction, I mustered it all.
One thousand jolts of pain, one hundred twenty horsepower.
One lance of determination.
Instead of going back, I progressed forward.
Lunging with Adust's handle gripped excruciatingly.
With the tip's destination of my weapon, was none other than the Wolpertinger's heart.
"Hmmmph!?"
The tip of the blade pushed back the fabric of his suit. Adust, after acquiring my utmost instructions, elongated the sharpness with a huge blast of the yellow-blue tidal, pushing him further.
The force was enough to disrupt his movement, as it gave me enough gap to reposition and land another thrust onto his chest.
And again.
And again.
And again!
He then forced his arms to sweep the almighty Zweihander. The gust of wind and the destructive force it possessed had cracked the air and the rubbles into nothing.
There was no damage done to me. Hah!
As I'm above his head!
I slashed the air, creating a wave of stretched semi-liquid blades in an extreme amount of volume.
Of course, I instantly prepared another slash afterwards.
Why? I may be unknowledgeable behind the phenomenon of his extreme sudden burst of speed.
But I know that he will do it again.
Just like that, he did the same thing. The sword was swung almost instantly. It clashed with my weapon. I didn't have the image and the vision of it happening, but it was a fact, as Adust was no longer in my grip.
Thankfully enough, I'm not dead, as I was outside of his weapon's reach.
"Being ballsy, aren't we!?"
"I knew you would do that!"
There was a semi-liquid rope that was connected to my hand, and at the end of it was Adust in the air.
"Gahaha! Crazy Leprechaun, how far did you see the future?"
I pulled the rope, and then caught my weapon before preparing my stance once again.
"It's called 'planning', dumbass."
Now that I stumbled upon a description problem because of the lack of vocab I have for the semi-liquid matters that Adust excreted, let's refer to it as 'tidal scar' from now on.
With my hand on the handle of my pseudo spear, I spun my whole body while releasing a hurl of my weapon, stretching the sharp edges of the water blade. The tidal scar ran amok and whipped everything within the vicinity with a sharp edge.
The vortex stretching created a dome of destruction.
Hans guarded himself with his Zweihander.The tidal scar whipped the blunt body of the blade again and again, grinding it with heat as it got more aggressive with every sudden hurl that I made while I spun.
The tall bastard was forced to push forward, inch by inch, with more strength than before.
But the vortex dome became so ferocious, that the giant sword's position was pushed away, letting the spinning circle of destruction chipping the fancy fabric of his suit with every moment passed.
"Garish Rottmeister! You can just step back!"
"Hahahaha!" His laugh was louder than the shredding sound of the vortex edge. "You didn't step back at that moment, why should I!?"
He then tried to find an angle to reposition his stance, while a water saw was grinding the whole front of his body.
All it took was one slash of his Zweihander to end the cycle of the perpetual vortex I created. While every attack that I was only chipping away the layers of magnificent fabric that he wore.
"Heh, Crazy bastard!"
He snickered.
"Cause I have lightning in my veins!"
Hans did the flash-movement thing again. It was a literal pain for my body to react to it, but it was not much of an instant-death threat as long as I anticipated it.
And because of the fact that I'm still alive, I began to know the process behind it. Albeit crudely.
Two second.
That was the cooldown before he could do it again.
While it was ready to be activated, he could choose either his lower or upper limb, or even a specific part of his body to be enhanced, for one specific action.
Hahaha, scary… the Doppelsoldners are scary.