"So, you guys are finally making a move?" Trenk asked as he looked at Icarus.
Icarus gave him a side-eyed glance and didn't even bother with him. He is impressed with Trenk and his fighting ability, but that surprise and shock were gone in an instant. After meeting Sam, it takes a lot more to astound him than some fighting prowess.
He looked at the fourth grader from the Zeus academy.
Icarus closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before opening again. A cold glint flashed past his eyes.
"You are here to help me? I thought you left the academy for some ideal bullshit. You are just as opportunistic as the Olympians." Trenk said with a scorn. However, Icarus didn't reply and made his move.
Three seconds later.
He stood there with bloodied hands while holding the head of the fourth grader in them. He walked out into the street and threw the head a bit into the air. Once it got sufficient altitude…
*BOOM*
