He relinquished the invisibility seeing as the summoning process produced a show of lights at his position.
[Skill Temporarily Obtained: (N) "Flip"]
'Flip—?! Shit, another N-rarity summon?!' He thought.
There was no time to lament his bad luck as Rurik was already dashing his way. He naturally leaned back as those needles pursued his flesh, though performed a movement entirely foreign to himself—
The ceiling came into view as well as the ground momentarily as his entire body spun. It was a backflip; purely automated by his infused body.
Continuing the same motion, he strung alone consecutive flips like an Olympic acrobat.
"LOOK AT THOSE MOVES! THE ROOKIE ISN'T GOING DOWN EASY!" The announcer observed.
Though it made the spectators cheer, he didn't feel anything of the sort as he landed on his feet. The pale man remained watching him, keeping a purposeful distance.
