His opponent—a ranked sweat named Endless__—was already mid-air, clutching a lava bucket. Normally, that was death. But with the texture pack active, Kai saw three versions of Endless: one from half a second ago (still holding the bucket), one from a quarter second ago (tilting it), and the real one (already panicking).
He still had three more ranked matches to play.
He landed a four-hit combo so fast that his own arm turned into a cartoon fan blade of iron and light. Endless disconnected before he even hit the ground.
Kai had been PvP-ing for three years. He knew the ticks, the hitboxes, the sacred arc of a perfectly aimed rod. But lately, something was wrong. His eyes.
But as he went to toggle the pack off, he noticed something strange in the corner of the screen.
Endless typed in global chat.