[i]They're both moving way too fast... I might hit one if i pull the trigger.[/i] Frustration was building in his mind, it seemed like hours standing there, but it had only been heartbeats. Time dragged on as he stood, helpless to do anything to aid his classmates. They were too close to his target, and he didn't trust his accuracy enough to try and squeeze one in the small opening available. [i]I have to... come on... calm down, relax your muscles.[/i] Then it hit him.

The memories of his training flooded into his mind. The countless hours his father made him practice, and practice, and practice, over so many years. The grueling days he spent training his mind. This situation, that same hopelessness, that same feeling of desperation gripped him, and it made him remember. The horror and pain of the memories would have to wait, there was something that needed to be done. [i]Focus Ren, let everything escape you. It's just you, and that thing. Focus... focus.[/i] His heartbeat slowed, as did everything else. Time seemed to drag even more slowly, but this time, he could react to it. [i]Now.[/i] He lined up his shot, exhaled, and pulled the trigger.