Not constrained by the typical limits of average human senses, Tom simply watched his opponent approach, preparing himself even as the boy outpaced the encroaching debris cloud. He leaned aside from the attack and took a step back to maintain the solidity of his stance, and drove a left hook toward his ribs as the boy's attack narrowly missed his face. The counter would be hidden by the boy's own body, and there was little chance he would be able to avoid it even if he could see it coming, fast as it was. Twice as fast as any attack the young man had displayed thus far, and carrying even more power thanks to that simple fact. Immediately following this attack, the area where they stood would be enveloped in smoke and dust too thick for any human to even breath, much less see in it.