Hary silently crept close. Since he was just visiting Prisitsky in his lab, he did not even have a weapon in hand. For now, all he had was his powers. He rolled up his sleeve revealing his metallic arm.
Liquid poured out forming a small dagger.
'This will do...'
This place was in between a huge farm. Most likely the owner was the farm owner but since the farm was destroyed it was nothing but a small lowered land with a depilated house in the center.
He dashed towards that place.
"Stop! Raise your hand! What are you doing to him?"
The three youngsters looked at him, startled. "s-sir... we... we are not doing anything,"
"Let go of him first," he glared at them both.
The three youngsters let go of his legs and rams. He carefully pulled the older man, who looked unconscious towards him and checked his breath.
He was alive..
"g-goos.... wine...." the man mumbled puffing out his stinky breath right on his face.
