He was fast. Kanda leapt back at the last second to get out of the way, giving a soft 'tch' as the front of his trench coat took the brunt of the attack. After spending months with Alma - the real, innocent Alma - part of him wanted to yell out, to tell him to snap out of it. He didn't. He knew it wouldn't work.

It was a dream, after all.

He just had to make sure not to get killed.