Stanley had arrived a minute after Bradley had got himself caught between the barrier and the fire.
If he stopped making George tangible, he would attack him the moment he could. However, without stopping his powers, he couldn't make use of his hand to get rid of his own metal objects to get out of the situation.
If things went on like this, he would—
"What are you doing?" Stanley asked, with his sword pulled out in his arms. He pointed it at the man with half-confusion, half-anger in his eyes.
"Stanley?" Bradley's eyes went wide in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I came because I felt like it," Stanley answered, but his eyes were focused on George. "What is he doing to you, brother? Why are you wounded?"
"He's trying to kill me so he can become the mayor after I'm dead," Bradley said. "Stanley, go and tell everyone what he's doing. We have to make sure he's jailed for life."
