For a moment, Scar was allowing his body to freely flow through the air. He had already switched out his sniper rifle, but right now in his hands, there was nothing.
As he let the wind drag onto his body, he was thinking of the situation he was in.
'In all my time since I have been in Pagna, I've never met such a person,' Scar thought. 'To catch a sniper bullet with just their fingers. Even the top Pagna warriors would struggle with that.'
'A mage would have to cast some pretty big fancy spell to get rid of it, but the man in front of me hasn't even moved. Just what is this person?'
Scar started to think back to all of the missions he had been given even before he had become a Deleter, trying to think if there was ever anyone he had come across like this.
No one had come to mind, at least not on his missions, but he did remember seeing one person.