The giant teenager's legs teetered as he attempted to rise, his body was about to fall back when a hand extended beneath his back. A gentle push was all he needed and Max gave it.
John Prada, the Mind Flayer, quietly gazed upon the duo. He admired Thane and was happy that his forlorn nephew now had capable company.
John took the lead and strode outside the door. Thane finally stood on crutches, Max calmly walked behind, ready to catch the uncatchable if needed.
Thane's room was on the very ground floor, his eyes caught a familiar figure, Hawk.
Hawk wore black shorts, similar to the ones Topda wore but with a different tone to them. The shorts looked stretchable and lightweight. They featured side slits to ensure maximum mobility, optimal for kicks.
He was stretching his body, his head touched his knees. A level of flexibility that Thane would never even dream of reaching.
