Blockades
Coach Owen's expression solidified.
"Of all of them, why did it have to be him…"
The words the Warden spoke were hardly audible. In fact, in his panic, the guard across from him didn't seem to pick up on the oddity either.
Seeing the sorry performance of the person that was supposed to be his right hand man, Escobar snorted, his thick mustache rustling.
"Get yourself together!"
The low shout snapped the lead guard into attention, his heels slamming together as his back arched as though a string had been pulled from the top of his head.
"Gather the men." Escobar said coldly. "We're going hunting."
"Yessir!"
The lead guard spun and jetted off, his speed beyond normal human limits.
Escobar watched this with narrowed eyes, inwardly lamenting the state the Metamorphosis had put his best man in. Though the ability awakened by his lead guard, Garwin, was especially powerful, it left his personality somewhat warped.