Stanley struggled to remain up. Having suddenly lost what felt like all of his strength, remaining upright was harder than not. He felt so incredibly weak, even though he understood that he wasn't exactly weak. He had just lost his super strength.
He forced himself up, looking at the man before him who seemed equally angered by the situation.
Stanley saw a future where he was cut apart, blood spurting out of him. There was no sense of danger and yet the attack had come. He immediately jumped to the side, understanding that he could not predict the future instinctively anymore.
Sheila had stopped his ability to do so while stopping other powers from the people all around her.
Stanley saw a section of the railing suddenly fall apart. There had been no sound, no movement. It was as though something unseen had disintegrated the matter that was there, destroying it completely.
