"We have no choice. The hunters here are not enough. I sent Spencer packing to the emergency. I am not at my best output either." A sharp chill is sent toward the higher-ups' spines, their eyes changing from fear to seizing, as if they had an opportunity to strike Kyrie down.
"If you think you can kill me, go ahead! I am waiting here, but beware: I am not even close to my maximum strength, and I'm sure I can send everyone here to hell with me." If Kyrie regained his strength, then no fight would happen here.
It would be a one-sided massacre. Cain adjusted his position on his seat, as if readying himself for a fight or attack should the change present itself. Yraka twitched his hand on the bow, forcing Cain back on his head in a laid-back position.
