Kei was already moving .
Not because he had seen it . Not because the VDU had told him . Because something older than either of those things had fired in his body the moment the Yakuza instinct went from background hum to deafening roar — and that something had already begun the lateral roll before the pale white shape had fully resolved in his eyeshot as the thing it was .
Stalker Two dove from the Bloodveil canopy, its long pale white forearms joined at the wrist shaped like a released execution blade, its entire body crashing downward under the full force of its weight fueled by the unleashed savage aggression it had been nurturing for eight relentless days.
