While effortlessly dodging the first drone, Adyr was already tracking the others, mapping their trajectories through his sharpened senses. When all five closed in, equidistant from his body and moving in perfect sync, he made his move.
Without warning, he twisted his upper body and kicked off the ground, lifting into the air with fluid precision. His body spun mid-air, limbs tucked in with the control of a seasoned acrobat. He passed through the narrow gap between the five drones—an opening so tight it seemed impossible to slip through.
The drones, suddenly deprived of their target, failed to react in time. Their emergency halt systems didn't even activate before they crashed into each other mid-flight. A chain of sharp metallic collisions erupted as their sleek black shells smashed together, spraying fragments and sparks in every direction.
