Violina's words did not have the desired effect on the others. She had expected them to take her statement with a grain of salt. They had taken it with a handful of salt, and Black, Jones, and Oria looked like they wanted to challenge that statement and, by extension, Zach.
Black narrowed his eyes. His gaze shifted toward Zach.
"You want me to believe this runt of a kid whose only skill is walking around with a pair of chicks is stronger than me? It looks like the Systines have a grim future ahead of them if this is their next generation."
No sooner than he had spoken did Black feel his feet grow cold and the hair on his neck rise.
Ice had spread over the floor, encasing him up to his ankles. Behind him, a tiny ball of light had gathered between Oria's thumb and forefinger. It buzzed and sizzled like lightning.
