A sudden and strong wind rustled through the leaves, in the direction of the fiercest fighting. He braced himself against it, and then heard what sounded like a sonic boom. Which was odd.

Movement in his peripheral vision caused his world to slow down. He turned his vision onto the approaching mass; a great suit of armour clutching a massive sword (which was worrying), spewing some vile liquid was careering directly towards him. His world stopped as he began to take a deep breath.

There was a hole in it's back, a source of the brown goop escaping through the air. The metal plating around the hole was jagged. There was also another stream of the sludge coming from in front of him. He would really like to know what that sludge was, and given by how much of it was leaking into the air, he could guess the wound was recent. And that would mean that there was most likely a guy who could fire bullets the size of his fist, but that was far from the only possibility. And that was backed up by the boom he had heard beforehand. He pondered briefly on how such a gun might operate with such large ammunition, before coming to the conclusion he could not assume that a firearm was involved. That worried him.

It occurred to him that the probable bullet, and resulting sonic boom, was unlikely to have sent him flying so far. It had passed right through him: the majority of the force therefore had gone through his chest and out his back. It was most likely the blast of wind that he felt beforehand. Which means there's someone that can throw what he estimated to be about the weight of a small car through the air with a blast of wind: if it were anything else, he wouldn't have felt the residue of the blast. And if there was someone with that kind of power, the only reason he hadn't broken an arm or a bone was because the trees had dampened the force. He'd be prepared now. He knew some of what he'd be up against.

Once again, Wire's attention was drawn to the warrior that would most likely be his first opponent. His world sped up enough for him to move, and he slowly and precisely, stepped to the left, and held out a hand. His watched the knight slowly slide past him and come to a stop on the ground. Hard. A small blob of sludge was caught on his sizable metal gauntlet. He gave it a sniff. It smelt of decay. His world sped back up to normal speed, and he took a few steps back: he was looking at a dead man. And the dead man was writhing on the ground. His words were startling: "You know! I'm growing increasingly angry at your incompetence! I now have to feel this pain! Do you understand just how painful it is to reconstruct a skeletal structure!?"

Wire took a deep breath. Time stopped again, but not for the purpose of analysis. He was trying to ratiionalise what the hell he was seeing, and failing that, calm himself down. After what felt like a minute, he once again had full control of his wits. Time snapped back to normal, and he raised his gloves and backed back to a tree. He did not want to have anyone sneak up on him, and he damn well didn't want to make the first move on that moving corpse.