Juno springs up to George and its handicapped state and venturing close to its eyes. He does what he could for the time as the lack of fist of supreme power was hindering him to decimate every opponents in a single punch. The beast’s eyeball’s membrane are as weak as his own skin. Being moist by the shower of its own tears, it made the pupil to become an only spot for Juno and his current capacity. “Graaa!” George was not yield against its inescapable destiny. He struggles, working his way to dismiss the obstacles upon his sole perceiving sight. Luckily, Juno’s twin swords were plunged deep within the white skin of the beast’s face, clinging on to it for Juno’s prop to withstand the destructive tremor on George’s lower eyelid. “Mirroring sequence, begin!” The chant has been taken to

