Dai Xin looked at Kyang in confusion as she huffed and puffed her way along. He himself hadn't broken a sweat yet. But eventually they found a perch where they could stop for a moment and get the lay of the land below them; from here they could see quite a long stretch of the road, and all the undergrowth around it. They watched as Liu stopped to investigate what seemed to be an animal trail. 

"Miss Kyang, from here we should be able to see any trails or runs that travel alongside the road." he whispered. "I believe a group of bandits who knew what they were doing might find it more tactically sound to attack from there." He pointed to one of the many winding, narrow paths. "What is your opinion?"

Again the slightly misty aura appeared, only this time it flickered like a flame within Dai Xin's eyeballs.

"Fist of the Sky, Scrolls of Transcendence. Eye of the Bull." He whispered that too, for who knew what reason.

A group that attacked from a forest like this would be wearing camouflage. Recognizing them among the foliage would be difficult. Their movement would be what gave them away. Rather than a predator, who could see far and sharp, Dai Xin needed the eyes of a prey animal, always wary for an attack. 

[i]The flow of Qi to the eyes, focused. I do not need the perception of color. Dynamic vision, to track movement. Depth perception, to gauge the distance most accurately. Open, pathways of the mind and eye. I must see faster, as if time were slower...[/i]

His field of vision widened, then became more clearly defined in three dimensions. Everything turned shades of gray. His perception of time slowed--his brain was processing the information received by his eye much more quickly than normal. If he moved his own body, this disparity between what he was seeing and what was happening would have made it impossible to coordinate. But as long as he was observing like this, every tiny movement--the rustle of leaves, the head of a curious rabbit poking out of its hole--was clear to him...