Leon's arm angled up quite a lot faster than I expected from such a heavy machine yet still slow enough for me to escape its changing range.
Before the city's magister could aim anywhere near the floor on which I slid, I'd already kicked against the bottom of one of the massive, warehouse shelves and pushed myself off to the other side of the wide corridor.
But then, Leon kicked it up a notch, activating the swivel at his arm-guns mounts and causing their massive couplings of spinning barrels to quickly twist in my direction.
Thankfully, up until this point, no bullet came from any of Leon's barrels, keeping this test somewhat safe and reasonable.
Still, even with the added acceleration of the guns themselves, I simply jumped up, once again changing my angle of approach, shooting right past the edge of Leon's sights.
