Francis and Meda were both in shock. Francis stumbled, and just barely managed to get his footing back. Meda on the other hand, straight away feel on her knees, looking at Dan's body, which was now slowly getting back up from the ground. The wound on his back was sizzling, and the blood was slowly going back into his body.
On his face, an unrecognizable grin, one, that he would never have. It looked like he was sort of half way between insanity, and just regular craze. They both understood the situation, but wouldn't want to acknowledge it. Francis started to stumble his way towards 'Dan', yet he couldn't quite walk that far. Anger overcame him, and as he flew to the air, swift punishment came to him, in the form of a knee-kick in his gut. He flew back with a strength he had never felt before.
