"The dummy is all yours." He did a funny bow, I shake my head chuckling.
I took my stance once more. I imagined the face of that little boy who claimed to be *Terror* I definitely do not believe the real face of terror would be of a little boy, that little boy is just amongst his many disguise. But for now the kid's face would do.
Picturing the kid's face(terror) I packed up a punch, and then hit the dummy's face... anger surging through my veins.
"Oh... My.. God." Those were the only words that I and Christian could produced from our mouths as we stared at the headless dummy in front of us.
"Who the heck did you imagine?" Christian asked on finding his voice, his gaze directed at me.
"Terror." I replied.
"That explains a lot." He replied back solemnly.
"I should pro
