Petri coughed up a mouthful of blood long before he hit a wall, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. It felt like every one of his organs had been turned over at the same time, his body flooding with a deluge of energy that he couldn't quite understand.
He grasped far too late that this energy was foreign in more ways than one. It wasn't just the power of Grey's fist, but the hidden energy he had fueled it with.
Chi. Chi. Chi. Chi. Chi.
Petri's Frame was suddenly locked down, a large number of white-gold lines blooming out from his body and then attaching themselves to the walls and ceiling.
He was instantly strung up like a pig waiting for slaughter. He looked the part too with all his fat spilling out from between the diagonally cutting lines that covered him.
It was just as Grey had said. Building a Frame for Pandro had been mind numbingly easy. He hardly spent any effort on it at all. So, the question was… why was he so tired this morning?
