Yes, Leo was like a walking hurricane of death and destruction. But there was one way to stop him.
Raymond had been watching the cloaked man ruthlessly butchering his fellow police officers with considerable ease.
His heart was stirring, struggling to barely keep the tumultuous rage within him from exploding.
He couldn't let himself get blinded by the maddening fury, no matter how much he wanted to tear that man's throat apart.
He motionlessly stood there on the sidelines, not allowing himself to blink as he saw his friends get mercilessly slaughtered by the axeman.
Seeing his dying friends screaming out in agony, getting sacrificed one after another, he wanted to join the bloody fray and help them.
But he couldn't. All he could do at the moment was contain the mournful tears of seething rage.
He wasn't frozen in place out of fear. No, in fact, he wasn't frozen at all. He was just observing the battlefield and his opponent.
