Marnin startled as the man appeared. An instant warning rose in his mind, even before his question fully left the stranger’s lips. This man was dangerous. Something sinister was in those eyes. Something that Marnin had seen in a few of his out patients. A sickness of the mind that enjoyed seeing living things suffer. He reached out to pull Gwyneth closer to him but she slipped from his grasp and stood in front of Finley.
“No. You can’t have my friend,” she put her hands on her hips. “And you are a very rude man.”
Shadows began forming, hardening around Nemesis in the shape of…
He started to say something but turned, something like a growl escaping the shadows. A golden glow was approaching them. As it drew closer, there was a man inside. He was dressed in all black except for the white mask, blank and without holes for the eyes and nose, covering his face. He held a pair of gloves in his hands, tossing them back and forth.
“Scarlet, What are you eating?” ~ “Ghost peppers...” ~ Robin sighed.