Feral panic

"She's dead?" I asked. "The very important Mathers Giant that was pacifying the capes the others were rounding up?"

"She's dark. Now I have to stop what I'm doing, I have to-"

"You need to do this," I told him.

"I don't have to do a fucking thing-"

I pulsed out with my aura. A moment of feral panic, the kind that made someone freeze, instead of flying. His expression twisted.

"Cryptid. Chris, I'm going to be blunt. Do this. There's zero other choice. I'll go to the giant."

"I'm not going to-" he started, but he stopped himself this time, without needing intervention.

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