"Well... As expected, with someone with four eyes... The more eyes you have, the more vision you get."
Cicillian let out a mocking sigh, shaking his head with his eyes closed as though he felt sad for Norman.
He opened his right eye, glancing towards Norman's face, wondering what sort of expression he was making to his words.
All he found was a blank expression hidden behind a hand.
Norman, raising his fingers to the bridge of his glasses, pushed it. As though on a dramatic cue, his glasses flashed with a certain light.
"And this vision of mine that you speak of... Had already foresaw your demise by my hands."
Saying this, he flexed his arms, manifesting strips of steel in the air before wrapping himself in them as though they were delicate bandages.
Taking on the form of some kind of stiff metal statue, he caused the steel wrapped around his body to form edges and slits.
