As the feeling of liberation faded, Cal was open to the possibility that he may have overdone it. No one had spoken since his taunt, or even moved. They all just stood there, frozen in time. If it weren't for the shifting of various elements, he would have thought them all under the spell of a power manifestation.He'd meant to make an impact, but he wasn't sure how to transition back to the talking part, and it felt like a waste if he jumped back to murdering people.Should he break the ice? Maybe tell a bad joke that the Captain would find funny?Annoyingly, he couldn't think of one, and he went back to inspecting the group. In total, three people remained in close proximity to him. Two of them were the pair in orange. The four‑armed man had reacted fast, rushing to his partner and curling protectively over them. Judging by the deep gouges carved across the arena floor, he'd been driven back, but they were still within ten meters of Cal.The third was a surprise. It was the man seated on the ground, muttering gibberish. Dusk appeared to have prioritized the raving man's safety, erecting a dome of darkness to shield him while being tossed back himself.None of that was to imply anyone on the arena floor had been injured. He'd be disappointed if they were. His manifestation had been fully channeled into Sparky Chain Man, and they only had to deal with the displaced air his attack caused.Although saying they were alright might have been a stretch."What in the hells was that!?" Female Cal exclaimed, stamping her foot in anger. "I can't fight something like that!"Her fist clenched, and she pivoted, facing the stands and punching outward. Arcs of wind crashed into them, sending a pair of unlucky spectators scrambling out of their path. That class of Infinita Nox members had done poorer than their fellows on the floor, with only a few mustering the nerve to raise manifestations."Perhaps if you practiced (...)