Cole tried his best to calm down and think of a solution, but he couldn't. His mind was blank, as if his thoughts scrambled away in fear.
The spiky-haired kid, in a hot-headed manner, switched his opponent from Cole to the new presence.
The spiky-haired kid's behavior acted like a trigger for Cole. His scrambled thoughts began reforming.
In seconds, he regained a rudimentary form of composure.
"Could he be one of Doctor Thomas's men? Or someone else?" Cole questioned.
He didn't have time to dwell on that, though, as the danger was currently still staring straight at him.
The spiky-haired kid finally arrived close enough to the man to attack.
"Ice Spear," he called out, as a thick spear took shape and instantly shot at the man.
The man still stood confidently, unfazed by the attack heading straight towards him.
"Weak innate spirits," he scoffed.
And directly sent a punch at the ice spear; accompanying his punch was some dark energy that screamed death itself.
Crack
