Scientist Sparta felt the savage aura crashing toward him. His fingers trembled slightly, but he shielded Tardis even more tightly.
"I'm not trying to keep anyone all to myself."
His voice was unusually calm, but fine beads of sweat had formed at his temples, betraying the turmoil beneath his composed exterior.
"I don't even know who Clayton and Nolan are. I think you've got the wrong universe. You can leave."
Black-Robed Sparta slowly advanced. Each step left a shallow crater in the hard floor with a dull thud.
"You think I'd believe that?!"
"You damn bastards. My patience has its limits."
At that moment, only Scientist Sparta knew how bitterly he was suffering.
He genuinely didn't know Clayton or Nolan, but the other "him" standing before him simply wouldn't believe it.
"I don't know who you're looking for, but I can help you. Surely that will do?"
He had already gone that far, yet Black-Robed Sparta had no intention of listening. To his ears, those words meant something else entirely.
"You're trying to stall?"
"If you won't tell me where they are, then you can all die!!"
Before he finished speaking, he vanished from his spot, becoming a hurricane as he charged straight at Scientist Sparta.
Behind his glasses, Scientist Sparta's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
"You lunatic!"
There was no time to think. His body reacted faster than his mind, shoving Tardis aside while he used the momentum to roll out of the way.
The blur swept past, almost brushing his body. The wind it whipped up overturned every piece of equipment in the laboratory, sending glassware crashing to the floor.
"Teacher! Run! I'll hold him off!"
He had already realized that Black-Robed Sparta was completely unstable. His mind was filled with nothing but Clayton and Nolan, and any answer