"Get out of here–now!" Clark told them.
"R-right!" The man said, picking up his daughter and running.
Noticing this, Noah casually raised his hand as lightning coiled around his arm, shooting a lethal bolt towards the man and his frightened daughter, "I'm still here, you know–"
Before it could reach the civilians, the bolt was intercepted as the broad, stalwart figure of Clark somehow appeared in its path, deflecting it with his fist. The blonde-haired man's expression didn't falter when casually subverting lightning itself, staring Noah down.
What's this? Something's different about him, Noah thought.
["Assess"]
[Clark]
[Level: 85]
[...]
[Level: 90]
[...]
[Level: 95]
It was a surprise to Noah's eyes, finding the man's level continuously rising before his eyes before stopping: [Level: 98]
"How did you–"
