Chrys switched between using his spatial distortions to block and his staff to incapacitate anything in his way. He charged up a long the walls, his powers letting him tilt the room around him to his advantage. He was slowly realizing what his father had meant by how he could actually beco!e a monster. Beyond the one kid who blew toxic gas and the other with acid spit, he was in a while other level. Of course, he was older than most of them. He was starting to feel it too, having hard a month or so with his facial hair going from stubble to a rugged half inch beard all over.I


When Laura called out to him, he nodded. "I'll try to keep it dowm. It's not a power easily controlled yet." As he said this a fireball smacked against him, when it cleared he shook his head and coughed, mostly unharmed beyond a scorch mark on his shirt. "I'm betting on having a few decades left after all this is done... I wonder how much Time I do have..."