The image of the needle-sharp head of the icicle magnified in his vision, only to be swatted away by the tip of Vin's bone-drill. It was a close call, really. Vin had expended every bit of effort he could, barely reaching the icicle's trajectory. Mir hadn't thought he had a chance.
Both icicles shot past Mir's torso by a close margin. Landing on the floor, Mir lay low, preventing the archer frog from getting a direct shot. Vin didn't back down as easily, perhaps confident in his reflexes.
"Man, how long have you had that mutation?" Mir said in a low voice. "You're too damn good at using it."
"Most abilities are accompanied by an instinct. Otherwise, how would someone who gains a completely new mutation be able to use it?" Vin said, the entirety of his focus remaining on the source of the icicles. But the deflection of the real question was too easy to not see through.
