Sharon sat up on the side of the bed, a clear look of confusion on her face. "Nyx... I wonder who this guy is and how he can do this. There has to be something else on him, some kind of history. I mean, you see that tattoo on his face? It looks ancient, like the burn tattoos that the Mayans would do." Her eyes wandered to Michelle, and a burning worry flooded her. "Michelle... Look, I'll help you with this. I'm sure the school is being evacuated right now, and the police should be on their way over."
She peeked outside, trying to catch a glimpse of either Nyx or 'Steve.' What she did see was a blur, flying towards a neighboring building. That has to be Nyx. Steve is too big to move that fast. The only problem with her theory was that the thing went through the building, bursting through brick and mortar. "Wow... I think your pet just got a hit in on Nyx."
Nyx, who was now all the more curious, had just destroyed another building with pure momentum. He landed squarely on his back, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. "Hmm. That was invigorating. Spontaneous combustion at the site of impact, a surge of energy through... the middle finger I would guess. All of these elements combined create an explosion whenever he concentrates and strikes an area. Along with the hulking mass, he's almost unstoppable once he gains enough momentum, and he doesn't feel what he crashes through. Pretty much, a big brute." He stood up and dusted himself off.
"If he is like an animal, though, he'll want to confirm that he's killed the opponent. Hmmm. His primary objective, though, is to destroy me. I wonder what would happen if he felt that he has obtained this goal? Would he disappear forever or just rampage more?" Producing a notepad, he wrote down his thoughts thus far. How conceited, to write notes in the middle of a fight.
