Wyatt had quailed. Another ability user in one day. He himself was blessed with an ability; and so he did not fear the possible, pessimistic outcomes of fighting this battle.
Officers were falling one by one; by what seemed to be a hovering blade. Joan furrowed her brows. She had long drawn her sword. She squeezed it firmly. She was only a cop to not fight for justice but to eliminate people like this masked man murderer before her. After all, it was one of these monsters who had killed her parents.
Wyatt hesitated. While he was busy flirting with Joan, fellow officers were losing their lives.
He clenched his teeth, and stepped forward. "He's right there in front of you. Don't let his ability fool you. Light him up, boys!!!" he shouted atop his lungs.
The armed officers had started to fire hundreds of bullets at the invisible figure. However, they saw no blood. Heard no pain. But they had continued until their bullets were out. Erroneous.
