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"I see you can't merge, Levi," Saunders said with a shrug. "That's too bad, horrible in fact, you're completely useless without the veins and the blue. You should know that." Saunders talked casually like he wasn't driven through a wall just moments ago. 

Levi took another glance around the clinic room, his eyes searching for an object sharp or effective enough to harm this man. If he wants death, then he'll get it.

Saunders rubbed his palms together and cracked his neck. "Let's test how much you've recovered. I didn't come for a fight, but now you've stimulated my adrenaline, I would like to throw some punches at you," Saunders gave a calling sign with his fingers. "Come on, how fast can you percept?"

Levi's hand located a scissors and he grabbed it immediately, solidifying his combat pose. He bent his head to the right once Saunders swung for him. Levi jabbed the scissors at Saunders' body, but the old man was too quick for such an attack.