Lenny knew that he only had one chance at this, and he was not going to blow it up.
With swiftness unlike any the human body should naturally produce, he launched himself into the air.
He was a bullet, except his trajectory was not straight.
He curled at an angle that allowed him the bending and maneuvering capabilities that no projectile should have.
However, Lenny was not made of any of the fickle materials used to make projectiles.
He moved as if he could accelerate and decelerate in the air at will.
And he did.
He was so fast that the negative Spirit did not notice him, possibly thinking that it was just a bird.
Then again, the bulk of its thoughts were distracted by Ella on the ground.
It was easy for one to believe that this creature was a big fellow of combined negative spirits in a colony of sorts.