All at once, shit hit the fan.
The blob that I associated with where Lucien was standing blurred forward. The second he moved, Tank pushed me to the side, toward Mathis, trying to keep me safe and get me out of the way.
But everything felt like it was moving through water. My brain seemed to have slowed everything down until it seemed like I was the only one moving in real time.
The second Mathis touched me, I clung onto his vision, seeing the knife in Lucien's hand. It was hidden in his body as he lunged forward, hidden around his stomach instead of overhead like the clowns held theirs.
Shifting slightly, I slid out of Mathis' grip, moving forward until I was once again standing between Tank and Lucien.
