The crumpled space-time I was leaving in my wake with every Temporal Step spread across the basin like shattered glass, each ripple smoothing itself back out after a few seconds but overlapping with the next before it could fully settle, drowning the monster in crumpled reality.
And the damned thing was moving through a battlefield that was deeply wrong to its perception of where things were and where they had been.
I could tell because the claw was missing.
Not by much, just a fraction of a second, but for something that had been zeroing in on my new position within one second of every teleport, a fraction of a second was the difference between the claw finding my back and finding the air.
And tonight had taught me a deep appreciation of the value of even a fraction of a second in combat.
-Kzzzt-!
