The sole of his shoe slammed into this man's chest, hurling him off his feet. He covered metres of distance and before he could slow himself down to a stop, he harshly hit the pillar behind him.
"How is this man the leader? He must be hiding some powers that he has." Vincent stated, awaiting his opponent's approach.
"You are smarter than you look. You aren't just a mindless heap of muscle, then, are you?" The man said, lifting himself off the cracked pillar beside him.
The pillar was red in its base and covered in golden, vibrant swooshes of metal. These metal streaks gleamed under the pure, white moonlight that pierced through the partially glass roof.
Upon pushing himself off the pillar with his left hand, something peculiar happened.
His left arm started to grow and it grew in size so much that his fist was half the size of his torso. His muscles grew larger and so did the very bones within his flesh.
