Ren had caught sight of the dragon's three heads just as he spun around, thoroughly blindsided by the sudden appearance of his small attacker.
While Selthia aimed her point-blank breath attack squarely at his exposed back, three of the purple dragon's five regenerated heads simultaneously locked onto his position too.
And they were actively chambering their own payloads.
It was a perfectly synchronized, multi-directional crossfire converging on a single set of coordinates, and those coordinates belonged entirely to him.
He would take Selthia's blast head-on.
There was simply no physical avenue to dodge the strike. Not at that intimate range, not while his spatial jumps remained completely jammed by the ambient domain, and certainly not with the little Witch hovering directly behind his shoulder.
