Looking at it now, Miles realized he was stupid. Of all the mistakes he had ever made, this was the worst one. No one needed to tell him that he was facing a sin. Which meant the other team had faced it. And most likely died.
If he moved, he'd most likely die. If he turned, same fate. Only logical strategy was to distract it. But that would also mean he'd lose sight of it. Decisions, decisions.
Being an illegitimate heir of the Blitzkonig family meant no knowledge on how to properly use the family technique. No one to teach him, no one to guide him. But it also meant that there was a new avenue to grow. A new avenue to develop ones technique in new possible ways. From what Jhin told him about the technique, the Voskov family channeled electricity from the static charges in the atmosphere or something of such sort. He didn't know how to do that. What he did know was how to use the current flowing through his body.
To run away.
Miles was already half a block away, sailing through the air over the buildings. He rolled once he landed, looking back to see a wrecking ball almost slam into his face was he not a few seconds faster, staggering backwards and falling off the building. Miles landed on his feet, immediately running off. He came to a holt as he saw the wrecking ball in front of him, missing the tip of his hair by a centimeter as he was thrown back by the sheer force of it. A second ball rammed him in the arm, sending him crashing into a convenience store. Miles struggled to stand, holding his broken arm. He made his way out of the shop, stumbling on his way out. He turned to face the daemon, who was looking right at him.
"I'll be damned,," Miles said, a terrified smile on his face. Hopefully, Owen and Heinrich would be far away. He had a stupid plan in his mind. Miles quickly dashed in the direction of the daemon, surprising the daemon. The daemon threw its wrecking ball at him, but Miles dodged. He slid under a parked truck taking a left turn and running up the fire escape. He had to be quick, considering its speed and strength. Considering that it had never used its vestorer, it meant he didn't need to kill him with it.
Jumping from building to building, Miles began to speed up, faster and faster until he jumped, the city street below him. He crashed into the glass building, rolling and immediately heading for the stairs. A sudden quake made him stop. The building was beginning to tilt . The daemon had destroyed the base. Speeding up, Miles began to climb the stairs faster and faster, breaking the door and now on the roof. As the building was reaching the ground, Miles jumped off onto the next building only to run into the wrecking ball.
As Miles sailed through the air, the daemon appeared, slamming him again, down to the ground. Miles couldn't feel the bones in his body. He could feel the world spinning as he fell, getting closer and closer to the ground.
If he was going to die, then he'd at least land a hit on this daemon.
Putting his thumbs and forefingers together, Miles lifted them up with all his might.
"Rod of Zeus."
The entire city turned dark as all the electricity gathered at a single point in between Miles hands. The lightening fired, hitting the daemon directly.
Miles struggled to keep his eyes open, looking at the sky. The daemon appeared in front of him, not even a hem of its robe was burnt.
"D...mn." Miles said as he fell unconscious.