The Battle
The roars were so loud and filled with power that they completely captivated the attention of all those present. It was as if time, itself, had gone still as everyone felt those terrifying vibrations sweep through their bodies and minds, turning them to stone, but on Jonah, they had no effect.
Perhaps it was because his all-encompassing concern for his disciple's well-being overthrew everything in its path, or perhaps it only affected those who instantly feared for their future when they heard them. Either way, for a single second, Jonah was the only one who could move in the room, and he used it well.
After the second passed, they found him hugging his disciple, cradling his body in his lap while smiling as if the devil had possessed him. As soon as he saw this, the Saint looked as if he would raise his hand and destroy them both where they stood, but he was interrupted when an unknown analyst's voice echoed in the chamber.