A bolt of purple lightning!
Catching a glimpse of the purple lightning rushing towards him, Bolan snickered.
Truthfully, though he had just pulled off something like this, he held no confidence in a competition of speed with any of the second world geniuses.
Luckily: 'Master's gift to me, its usage isn't to end a life, but to save mine!'
Around Bolan's ankles, previously absent, a pair of silvery bracelets with distinctly structured white wings attached to them suddenly materialized.
In that moment, the blade that had pierced Anon's chest vanished.
His wound was open, and the blood that oozed from his chest uncontrollably began spilling out in large quantities.
Blood that seemingly grew intelligence, pausing mid-air, before abruptly rushing towards the one-winged monkeys that were approaching him.
Yet, before the beasts and the blood could collide, it occurred...
A catastrophic explosion!
Boom!
