Langa panicked when he saw First and out of reflex punched Son-join sending him sliding to the ground, painting another black eye on his face.
King saw First too and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
"Langa, let's see how far he has gotten."
He said as he stood up. Son-join knew what he meant by his words and stood up too. He did not want First to take over his training because he thought that they were slacking off and then punishing King and Langa, which would make them increase what he would call abusive and torturous training.
"Join, get ready, and show us what you have got."
King said, as a gruesome, nasty, dark-purple-looking hand came out from his back. He controlled it so it would not materialize as realistic as possible.
Unlike the mouth that had gobbled up the tents when Nolamine appeared from the pool the first time he talked to Aapep, the hand looked like black and purple smoke put together to look like a grotesque hand. He wanted it as weak as possible.
