Regan rushed into the room and immediately delivered a slam right into Travolta's head. Aura boosted his strength and speed. Despite the difference in the stature between the two, the small man in the suit sent the larger man in his tank top flying towards a nearby wall. He impacted hard and remained sitting there, while Victoria rolled off of the shattered table, coughing and panting.
"Travolta, what are you doing?" Regan asked, clicking his tongue as he stepped closer. He grabbed the taller man by the collar and dragged him up, the other hand raised in a ready fist. "I told you to not meddle with things you don't understand. You're supposed to protect my daughter when I'm not around, not become the danger to her."