Sylas' head tilted to the side, the air cannon that was Moose's fist missing him. His hair fluttered, but he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
He knew that they were powerful now, but it certainly shouldn't be enough to make him feel threatened from the air pressure of an attack alone. Even a fighter jet taking off could at most knock a human off his feet if he was taken off guard.
Moose's power was great, but not to this extent. His stats would easily have to be ten times that to succeed. But even then, that would be assuming that Sylas' stats didn't also improve.
Moose, though, was shocked for his own reason.
It wasn't intuitive to dodge an invisible fist at all, but Sylas made it look easy. The size, the shape, the direction, even, all changed far too much.
Plus, normally, when those across from him felt his aura, their bodies would stiffen at least the slightest bit, making their reactions slower and labored. Why was Sylas so…
Relaxed?
