Atop the high-rise.
The upper-level airstream spiraled here, stirring wildly.
The whipping wind tousled the youth's disheveled hair, revealing a face without the structure of lips, a straight nose bridge, and eyes like deep caves.
"Come on, Mr. Menda... show me your "choice,"
show me just how powerful the thing you pursue, abandoning your demon nature, really is."
When Menda, originally planning to retreat, heard the challenge invitation from the powerful being,
perhaps influenced by the madness trait... the thoughts of avoiding combat were entirely erased, and he accepted the challenge.
"Alright."
Menda's anthropomorphism resembled that of a black person with 'metal muscles.'
As previously described, the "whirlpool" he mastered mainly manifested in his joints.
It provided him with "explosive speed," the ability to accumulate tremendous energy through compression and twisting of the joints... Simply put, it was like a spring, but far more efficient.
