Chapter 25 e Culture Shock

Iggy’s left arm crossed his face just in time to take the force of the hit in his forearm, consequently that shattered his bones. He screamed into the emptiness of the mountain range, and heard his pain return to him in the form of an echo. He balled his right hand into a fist and pulled the freezing energy out of himself and into his palm, something he should have already done. The black mist encircled his hand but froze the humid night air into a capsule of hard ice around his fist, but he made use of it and pounded it right into Derson’s face like a rock, throwing him over to his side. Iggy crawled out from where he was. He looked up at the front door and saw Pater and Firmin conversing through the window.

“Oh… look,” Firmin nodded toward the window. “They’re wrestling out there.” He caressed his chin with two fingers. “Who do you think will win?”

Pater tilted his head. “Derson, hands down.”

“Yea, probably.”

“I better go stop it.”