At the sound of the gunfire, Cylus's impulse brings time to a near halt. He pulls his second blade, the first still in one of the op's chest, and throws it towards the pilot. As soon as it leaves his hand, it too, slows to a midair crawl. As the stray bullets inch closer and closer, Cylus nonchalantly plucks them from midair, much to his own surprise. His ability had only gotten so far as catching a flying knife, but somehow his time at the dojo has increased his power. He gathers the bullets in one hand and feels the kinetic energy draining from them. [i]"I just did that."[/i] he says to himself in desbelief. The plan worked. He drew his assault rifle from his back and started firing. 1 to each of the 20 men, 2 for some in particular. When the deed was done, he closed his eyes and focused. Everything sped back up to real time. Cylus pulled it off.