While inside Skittle's body, Zain regretted picking him compared to one of the others. Even Jam would have been a better choice. As a small dog, there were a number of places he could get to, and his agility could easily throw them off.
'These guys, I'm sure, after hitting that guy and seeing those knives, they have to be superhuman. Like Cobra, like that guy from the supermarket, but their powers might even be more advanced.'
There was one choice that Zain had made that was the right one, and that was to not attempt to engage with these guys with the full group because he was sure it would have ended up with a loss for at least some members of his team, and there were still others in their group of whom he had no clue what their power was.
Sharp had run into the apartment room with a smile on his face and a small knife in his hand again, only to be greeted with a flying chair that had hit him and broken on impact.
