The child, who just killed Mark Sento, stood in the darkness, staring at his victim's body. "The Prince of Arbok, huh..." He suddenly grinned in a crazy way. "Ah... Now I'm itching for a fight."
Han kicked down the door. "Who's in here?!"
The kid turned around with the crazed look in his eye. "Eh...? What do you want old man?"
Han saw Mark's dead body. "You... who are you?"
"I wasn't supposed to get found out so early... why don't you let me go old man? It'd be better for the both of us."
Han kept one hand behind his back, and his other hand in front of him. "I'm sorry young one, but I can't let this go."
"Heh." The kid vanished and pushed both of his palms into Han's stomach at a devastating speed.
Han gasped and was blown through the wall.
As the kid stepped through the hole, Han had already recovered and pushed his palm towards his face.
A tunnel of wind blew a larger hole through the wall and shot out to the other side.
