Return of the boss

"I had heard you had gotten stronger, but I was hoping for a bit more to be entirely honest."

Where had this deep, sinister voice come from you may ask? The origin of the sentence appeared to be coming from behind the man and child in the Monsuta hallway. As these words were spoken, the hallway appeared to grow dark as the lights began flickering and growing dull, and the walls, ceiling, and floor all appeared to take on a dark shade of black instead of the usual white. The entire hallway also seemed to begin to make creaking sounds, as though a great pressure had been laid upon it. Tora and Sherri would also feel this, with Sherri being effect quite a bit and Tora, with all of his strength, would still feel a sense of pure dread.

"Though I really do hate to interrupt such a....heartwarming reunion, the only reason you were allowed to leave, Tora, was on the condition that you would return much more powerful. I must be the one to test you myself, seeing as how you are one of my chosen commanders. As a matter of fact, I'll test the both of you......are you worthy of the Monsuta name?"

If Tora and Sherri turned themselves around, they would glance upon a rather tall man of great stature, at six feet three inches in height, who also seemed to be endowed with great muscles beneath his jacket and clothing. Upon his right hip sat a single katana with a black hilt and black scabbard, while okn his left hip sat a black and white katana, as well as a red and golden sword too. Upon his back stood perched a great odachi in it's scabbard that seemed to be very nearly six feet in length from tip to tip, with the hilt reaching past Stefan's right shoulder as it was held around his body with an all-black chain. Despite the great darkness that seemed to be radiating from his very body, a menacing smile and glowing green eyes could be seen through the shadows. This was the Monsuta Head Commander, Stefan Soan, come to test his subordinates.

Sherri felt herself relax, and a warm happiness pass through her has Tora hugged her. When he spoke about her getting a boyfriend, she opened her mouth to reply, but closed it as she heard the voice from behind them. As she sensed the presence of the person coming down the hall, she moved instinctively closer to Tora, fear filling her before she completely realized who it was. Not that that helped her much, Stefan did scare her, and rightfully so.

She mumbled inaudibly in response to him testing them, and looked up at her father. She was still having trouble with her emotions from before, and she was hoping Tora could delay the testing, she didn't want to cause trouble for him.

"Um... What do you think father?"

She then turned to Stefan, not looking directly at his eyes, but looking downwards, towards his chest.

"Sir, do you mean to test us here though? With the three of us fighting, wouldn't it be likely for us to destroy the building or something? I don't mean any disrespect of course.."

Her voice contained some fear as she spoke to him, and she was obviously trying to keep her voice as level as possible, but her voice did quiver a bit at some points.

"Excuse me......but who gave you permission to move?"

Before Tora could start to walk away, Stefan had appeared in front of him, seemingly moving to his new location instantly. To Tora, and especially Sherri, Stefan would have seemed to just 'appear', with the very idea of him simply moving that quickly seeming to be an insane concept to grasp. The Monsuta Head Commander still had that maniacal, insane grin upon his face that seemed to foreshadow doom for those who he was going to supposedly 'test'. His face seemed shrouded in shadows still, despite being much closer to the other two Vizards. As a matter of fact, his entire body and clothing seemed much darker than they should be, which perhaps hinted at what Stefan was capable of. Being this close to the underlings of his would just increase the effect of his damning spiritual power over them. Sherri would most likely find it difficult to move, if at all, being paralyzed in place from fear, dread, and the sheer pressure. Tora would most likely feel a lot of pressure on his body, making breathing difficult, as well as speech as his own spiritual pressure was rather easily overpowered by that of his leader's.

"Why would I care about I do to my own building? Hmm? Do you feel in control enough to make a decision such as moving to the outside?"

After speaking, as well as issuing his passive-aggressive threat, Stefan raising his left hand up so it was perpendicular yo his body and placed his palm on the cold surface of the stone hallway's wall. He let it rest there for a moment, but then he put a light amount of pressure, or at least seemed to, on the wall....however, it had disastrous results. By simply lightly digging his finger tips into the extremely hard surface of the wall, massive cracks spread out from his hand in every direction, loud 'cracking' noises filling the previously eerily quiet hallway the Vizards currently resided in. The large, winding cracks even spread to the floor, opening small fissures around their feet as well as causing the entire area to shake from the power exuded from Stefan in such a small and insignificant way. After the cracks stopped growing in size and length, Stefan removed his hand from the wall and brought it back down to his waist, revealing a large hole in the wall where his palm had previously been.

"Do you still wish to make decisions without my consent?"

Sherri had started to follow Tora, walking behind him and a little to his left, when Stefan appeared in front of them. She stumbled back in surprise, and her knees almost buckled as he raised his spiritual pressure. Her body quivered as she tried to remain standing, barely able to hold its own weight.

"I'm sorry, I was only thinking about you sir. I'm sure Tora was just thinking it would be better for you if everyone saw how well you fought. Please don't hurt my dad..."

She gasped between sentences, finding it hard to draw breath due to Stefan's spiritual pressure. A few tears fell from her eyes, and she looked pleadingly at the head of the whole Monsuta Organization. She kept forming her head in to a fist and then opening it, her body shaking violently. She was trying to hold back her fear, sadness, and frustration, as well trying to overcome her lust for battle and her protectiveness of Tora. She was barely containing it right now, and Stefan's spiritual pressure was eating away at her control, and another emotion was sure to enter her system soon, annger.