The ruckus over the hall might have alerted the rest of the slavers, as the six people they were up against suddenly became ten as more people came in.
Meanwhile, Krios was just marveling at the destructive power that was Quentin's lightning strikes. He was attacking multiple targets behind the safe wall Winston had erected.
'Damn, that's so cool!' Krios thought.
"Professor, non of the ten right here have the malevolent energy." Krios told the professor.
"I feel it too. They're all probably his lackeys." The professor responded
"I have an idea professor. I will go on further and apprehend the one with the Malevolent energy. Will you be okay with dealing with the ten of them?"
"We are outnumbered, but not outmatched." Laphex chimed in.
"Are you sure?" The professor asked.
"Yes." Krios responded firmly.
"Alright, we'll distract them so you can slip past their attack line. Laphex, do your thing."
