Kyle had been on the edge of his seat. Too far on the edge now. A good five minutes or so had passed since Romano gave that deadline of ten minutes. In the next five minutes, he would thrash the entire place.
Right now, he looked like the most docile person on the earth, as he petted that chicken, but it couldn't be any far from the truth.
He didn't exactly know what Romano's powers were, but he had long since seen what he could do with physical strength alone.
No one knew what the man had done before this, or where he had come from.
Some people suggested that he was an army man, but upon seeing his blatant use of words, that was quickly disregarded.
Not to mention the fact that he didn't like to serve under others.
As for Kyle. He had no idea what Romano might have been, and after getting thrown away like a used tissue, he had been planning to avoid the man for as long as possible.
Fate seemed to have far more different plans.
