"Great. Just great."
Killian gritted his teeth as he walked out of George's room. The reward of his honesty?
A threat of hard-core training. Fifteen hours of gruesome training with Big Stepper that involved strength based exercises.
"Fire is fluid. I don't need to look like a wrestler to wield it." He mumbled to himself as he walked out of the building. "Tsk. I should just call them and meet up—"
He paused. A memory flashing across his mind.
"I left my phone behind." He raised his head, staring at the overhead sun. "How will I call those girls now?"
Getting a weapon was the last thing on his list, and George had suggested going along with the Amega Region who were going to the capital market that day.
'Void-Bat is great. But if I'll be battling people as good as me, then I need something that can easily maim them.'
Someone approached him from behind. Their steps were slow, almost quiet and calculative.
He sidestepped just in time.
