Lorenzo's eyes opened wide, every ounce of every fiber of his being was focused on the man who stood before him.
Such speed was simply... inhuman. He saw it all unfold before his eyes, the man dodged the barrage of cannons as if it was nothing at all.
...nothing at all.
There was no time to think, all the pirate could see was a blur, a constant blur charging towards him like a tearing gale. His heart stopped, his breath ceased, and for the first time in his life, Lorenzo truly saw.
Four blades came at him from four different direction, each was to tear his body almost simultaneously.
Had it actually been simultaneous, Lorenzo would've died there and then.
The blur, he could see the afterimage of each slash, only so he could guess the trajectory of the swords for a split second. In an instant, he swung his blade with speed that shamed all previous blows he ever dealt in his life.
His rapier moved madly, almost taking a life of his own. It didn't matter what happened afterwards, what he needed was to reach the four blurs. The four blurs...
The clash lasted less than a second, Lorenzo bled profusely, having barely managed to parry the attack, four gaping wounds gashed with blood. But these cuts were diverged by the rapier, none of them reached deep enough in his body to cut the bone.
Pain shot trough him, but he had no time to feel it.
In a rush, his rapier struck the armoured opponent with incredible speed, an insignificant spark burst as the blade simply bounced off the armoured body.
Lorenzo smiled, for at that very instant, the opponent's body caught fire. Instantly, the man drew his gun, taking a defensive stance to prevent any further attacks to an extent.
His leg would go numb any second now, but that was unimportant.
The man pulled the trigger, the whole sequence of events that occurred lasted but an instant, a flurry of prana shot from the gun, concentrated energy shot from the flintlock at a point blank range.