Brand looked to the others. How were they doing that. He frowned, looking at his hands. He honestly didn't feel any different than he did this morning, just his eyes looked different. "I really don't know how to do this." He admitted, holding his hands outs towards the last target. He swatted his hands out. Nothing happened. He gave a couple punches. Nothing happened. "This is stupid." He muttered, shoving his hands into his pocket, giving up.

Lukas sat up, rubbing his nose. His nose was bleeding, but at least it wasn't broken. He pinched the bridge, looking around. His green eyes landed on Brand, noticing that he was just standing there. His eyes changed to Z. He watched the shadows to their work, his jaw unhinging in shock.