The white line traced a perfect arc through Noah's vision, and instinct kicked in before conscious thought. He'd seen these lines before – precursors to danger, though he'd never told anyone about them. This one screamed immediate threat.
His body was already moving as the massive rock came hurtling through the space his head had occupied a split second before. No room to dodge in the narrow hallway – but maybe he didn't need to. Noah leaped backward, timing his jump to match the rock's trajectory. For a moment, he was parallel to the projectile, close enough to feel its rough surface brush his uniform. He tucked into a roll, using the rock's momentum to guide his own motion, spinning over it in a fluid arc that ended with him landing in a crouch while the rock crashed through the window behind him.
"What the hell?" The 1C student at the other end of the hall gaped, his hands still positioned from throwing the rock. "How did you—"
