The Old One's extended finger suddenly flicked down. As old and slow as he seemed, his reaction was more than fast enough.
A hand formed of fog and energy appeared above them, slamming down so fast Grey almost couldn't dodge in time.
He screeched to a halt, his knees withstanding a great amount of pressure before he suddenly flipped back and just barely out of the way.
The wind pressure of the palm alone almost toppled him to his ass, but he managed to flip one more time to maintain his balance.
'Well, damn.' Grey cursed.
Now that he thought about it, he had fallen for a really, really long time. How far had he dropped? A kilometer? Two? More?
Either way, that meant that the attacks the Old One had been sending were at least from that far away, and yet they were powerful enough to shake a city.
If he was less of a loose cannon, he would have probably thought about this before he jumped, but he also couldn't have known how far the distance was until he did jump.
