It was blatantly obvious that Will felt uneasy. For starters, he said nothing to anyone the entire trip to the Circus. Will was set on one thing, finding the damn Vygorn responsible for all this and seeing his head lollop on the ground. He was determined to bring the aliens to their knees. Three feelings coursed through his veins. Bitterness, Rage and Frustration. Rage, damn the Vygorns trying to defile Kyra's beautiful earth. Bitterness, if anyone tried to stop him then they will feel the same rage in a physical form. Frustration, how the hell could they do this? Wait, what the hell was Will thinking? He had to keep this under control or someone innocent could get hurt, his friends, Cora. Will decided to take his frustration out of him alone.

He turned to Cora, "Hey, I'm just heading outside. I'll be back before you know it." He said, as happily as he could. He left the tent and headed round the large tent. He was not in the mood to be interested on what's on the inside. Will began to spar with the air, throwing punches left and right into the nothingness in front of him. Left straight, right straight, weave, right straight and left uppercut. Will repeated this but changed the amount of weaves and changed a couple of punches into hooks here and there. H