The low growl sent a shiver down Leonard's spine, a clear prelude to imminent danger. Instinctively, he activated his ELEV and pushed his "Temporal Cognition" to its limit. Time seemed to slow, granting him a precious few seconds to assess the situation.
"Gotcha ya…" he thought.
He grabbed one of his swords, "Smiling," and, to everyone's astonishment, hurled it into the air with incredible force. "What is he doing?" was the expression on their faces, watching the blade whizz upwards, seemingly destined to disappear into the distance.
Then, a sound—a sickening mix of tearing flesh and a feline shriek of pain—echoed from above. "Smiling," seemingly defying gravity, had stopped mid-air.
Impaled on the blade, suspended impossibly for a moment, was a big feline, caught mid-leap from a nearby tree where it had been lurking, invisible.
