The pressure that Eric and Raymond were feeling from Moby was not like anything they had ever felt from him before. It was like he was a completely different person… The cheery, always positive Moby was now long gone... They had turned what used to be an innocent angel into a pure, cold-hearted demon…
For an instant, their attention fell on Simon as they wondered if he, who was laying on the ground looking lifeless, was actually dead or not, if the out of control Moby had actually killed him. But that thought only lingered in their minds for a split second as it was the least of their concerns at the moment...
They stared at Moby slowly walking towards them with weary eyes, an old rusty sword in his right-hand, anger and hatred overflowing out of the deadly slits of his eyes, an ominous smile on his face.
