"Enough!"
Every talented person momentarily froze in their tracks, each of them trembling slightly.
An invisible force held them in place, barring their movement forward.
A lone figure stepped forward, his eyes shining with an ethereal grey light.
"That's enough..."
Anthony pierced each of them with a strange look, almost in disbelief.
"I lost the fight. You all saw it. If any of you want to fight, you can fight me instead."
The grey light in his eyes flared with a brilliant intensity. He took out his elastic headband, slowly tying his hair into a small ponytail.
He smirked slightly.
"That's, of course, if any of you think you have what it takes to beat me."
Brant stood still, watching him in shock.
" What are you doing right now? This is our chance to beat them, and you're turning your back on us."
Brant's face darkened in anger.
"What happened to you? What did he do to you?"
Anthony turned his scorching gaze on him, his eyes hardening.
