In a fluid motion, Caleb decided to take the initiative to attack. Although he knew that the Omega reflex that his grandfather mastered was hard to deal with. He doesn't intend to give up that fast.
He wants to see how he would fare well against his grandfather. How far can he go fighting a synth-film genetic warrior?
With that, Caleb's footsteps turned into cloudy movements as his silhouette began to blur. In just a few seconds, Caleb accelerated without making a sound. His movement was as noiseless as a fly. He was comparable to top assassins.
"Nice footwork you have there, Adam. Is that self-made or did you learn it from somewhere?? Jeff questioned as he began to tilt his head to the side, perfectly dodging the kick that Caleb threw just now.
