The husband stood at a distance, watching Andrew intently. His hands twitched, ready to unleash his puppetry. Yet he hesitated, knowing Andrew could simply super-jump away at the first sign of trouble. He needed a firm grip to ensure success.
But his focus wavered. His gaze kept darting in the direction of his house, his vulnerable wife. Anxiety and fury danced across his face.
A piercing scream broke through the air.
It wasn't Cindy's.
"Darling!" the husband shouted, his voice cracking. His hesitation evaporated. Fear for his wife overpowered his caution.
"No more games!" he roared, flinging his arms outward.
The ground trembled as roots tore free from the soil. Massive trees wrenched upward, their branches clawing at the sky like the arms of a waking giant. With a flick of his fingers, the husband hurled them toward Andrew.
