The black haired handsome man slowly walked towards the arena where Marcus and Reid still stood.
With every step he took, the pressure he released got heavier and heavier.
With the exception of Owen, Reid and, to some extent, Marcus, all the others felt their knees buckle under the sheer 'weight' of his presence.
Their instincts screamed for them to run,to stay as far away from, whatever this thing was, as possible.
Clara's hand instinctively tightened on Lisa's as sweat dripped down her face while the being approached Reid and Marcus.
For the first time since he fought Reid, Owen's sleepy expression was nowhere to be found, he got the same feeling as he did when he first faced Reid in that simulation.
This was a being capable of pushing him.
In all honesty, he wanted to just jump into the arena and face him but he held himself back, choosing to observe for now.
