Almost at the very last instant before White Night vanished with him, Lynn's heart suddenly thundered like a powerful engine, dragging his consciousness back and making him instantly as calm as a cold, deep pool.
He seized that chance.
In that infinitesimal thousandth of a second, he swung his left fist.
The punch went straight for the mechanical girl's face.
But her speed and reflexes were far too fast.
Even with his fist so close, she leaned backward without a flicker of expression, and Lynn's fist all but grazed her face.
A fierce wind swept past.
But Lynn was still Lynn.
Just as his punch was about to miss, Lynn snapped two fingers together at lightning speed, catching a flying strand of her hair.
In an instant.
M Fist activated!
A surging vortex raced along that strand of hair and swept wildly over the mechanical girl's entire body.
All the pain her sword strike had just inflicted on him was immediately dumped onto her in one go through the power of Lynn's M Fist.
Buzzz-
The mechanical girl's pupils instantly dilated.
Dozens of kilometers away.
White Night and Lynn suddenly materialized.
The instant they stopped being intangible, blood began spraying from Lynn's severed right shoulder like water from a showerhead.
"How are you?" White Night frowned and immediately moved to stop the bleeding.
"That was my oversight. There was too little information on that new model, so I couldn't work out her rank. I'll treat you right away!"
Lynn held out his hand, exhaled, glanced at his right shoulder as it continued to spurt blood, and waved him off.
"It's fine. Spraying a little extra is good for your health. No big deal."
Wincing in misery, Lynn closed his right eye, jerked his right shoulder upward, and activated his