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Pressure. 

That was what Clark felt. Not a pressure that came with powerful training. Not a pressure that came with years of working to become stronger. This pressure was different. Unique. 

"Now that existence is backing us and little Alistar can't interfere, let's see what you want." The pressure disappeared as the entire battle field seemed to be frozen in time. 

"Just a little trick. Slowing their minds and halting their bodies is an easily done task. Once you truly understand energy. Once you truly have power. But you and those others are young, weak races. Very entertaining though."

The figure that moved in to Clark's view was seemingly boring by comparison to the demon that had been using everyone else as a plaything. It wore a large clown mask, almost keeping the image on the joker card perfect. It had a thin and tall stature while wearing a perfectly crafted black and white suit.