Fenrir had dropped Meruem at the sound of Wraith's yelling and the incident ran through his mind as they walks to the next test. [i]Get a handle on your anger big guy, they are your team now and we don't want any bad blood between us.[/i] He would say to himself silently, fear weighing heavily on his mind. It won't til he would hear his name be called that he would walk up to the plate and take the ball.

His eyes slowly glazing over to the soft red of before Fenrir winds up and chucks the ball a good 450 meters with what looks like only his bare strength. After this he goes and lays down on the dusty ground to think and meditate.