A runner broke from the line, trying to flee downslope, in a desperate attempt to keep living.
Psycho could only shake his head at the human's stupidity. It didn't matter how fast he ran or didn't. it didn't matter where he went or where he didn't. He was dead the moment he followed the command to go after Sera.
Ever so slowly, Psycho walked toward him, his movements slow and graceful as if this was a slow dance on a cold winter's night.
With a swipe of his hand, he simply made the world stop where the man's feet would land. Ice flashed across the ground in an instant, a sheet so smooth it looked like polished glass.
The man hit it and went down hard. His face smashed against rock causing his teeth to click together with a wet crack. He tried to scramble to his feet, his palms sliding, his boots skidding, and his brain screaming at him to move.
Psycho stepped into his space and crouched down so he could study the human up close and personal.
