To her shocked state, Velma heard something palpably dangerous. Something she vaguely felt that she had heard once.
"Fortified Force – 19%"
Instantly, her head turned and she looked to her right.
Just a step outside from her green lifelike kingdom stood Henry. His figure already dirtied by previous tackles, had a new look.
There were small cuts all around his tough, chiselled chest. More so was the blood, they were vibrant red without a hint of impurity. On his pants were multiple small cuts which already had shredded the dirty clothes, now ridiculed it beyond repair.
The cuts all around his body was healing at an unbelievable rate. For proof of his previous cuts, only the blood would be evidence.
But the injury or state of his, didn't matter to Henry.
Right now, he was… Angry.
As Velma spotted him, he had already prepared his right hand for the strike. It was at that moment that a memory suddenly sprouted in her mind.
