The lightings that I had unscrewed were a total of three, and one by one they dropped free falling to the stage below. If I did let it fall on its own, there was a chance that someone else might get badly hurt. With that in mind, I swore that I would keep an eye on all three and move them with my mind if they get too close to a person.
CRASH!
CRASH!
CRASH!
Security and Mr. Bernards emerged the same way they had during Missy Cath's previous performance. They saw her curled up in fear that they thought she needed saving. If I were to judge her, Missy Cath deserved to be judged – and the judgement would be passed by me.
Luckily enough, the lightings crashed far away from people that tried to rush over to save her. I didn't even need to manipulate the lightings as it neared the canteen. But one did end up too close for comfort, and this time around Missy Cath legitimately fainted.
