The Mess Of Time
"Whoosh!"
Max's figure appeared in the empty patch of land which had been burned to pitch black from the explosion earlier. Everything in the vicinity had been wiped clear, and the forest covered had really pushed into the distance opening up a big field in the middle of nowhere.
"They sure did go out flashy here.." Max muttered with a frown as he spread his domain, and tried to see if he could locate anyone around.
"There doesn't seem to be any sign of anyone around.." A voice rang into Max' ears, and he slightly turned his head to look at the figure of the Viking-like man who seemed to have followed after him.
Max had immediately left the settlement after witnessing that blast here. He knew that the situation must have been much more dire than he could probably imagine. Hence, he left his clone behind with the hostage that he had held.
If these people really tried to do anything funny, he really didn't mind going eye for an eye.