"Let's go."
Soldier Boy twisted his neck, already treating the previous fight as a warm-up.
Lucian followed a few steps behind him and asked, "Are you going to look for Legend?"
Soldier Boy paused in his stride and glanced back at him.
"I didn't expect you to know him." He grinned. "It looks like my reputation back then hasn't been completely ruined by this bunch of sissies in spandex. Legend used to be my manager, responsible for arranging covers, interviews, women, and all that bullshit publicity for me."
Lucian nodded.
Too slow, though.
At Soldier Boy's walking pace, by the time he managed to reach New York, everything would be over.
Lucian tapped his foot, his body rising directly into mid-air.
Soldier Boy looked up at him, and his expression instantly turned ugly.
"What are you doing?"
"Traveling."
"I'm warning you, kid, I don't fly in planes, and I don't like being hauled around in the air. That stuff is for women and sissies--"
Before he finished speaking, telekinesis had already enveloped his body.
Soldier Boy's entire body lifted off the ground.
"Fuck!"
Fierce wind battered his face, his hair and beard whipped into a mess, and his expression was uglier than when he had just woken from the cryo-chamber.
"I hate flying! You hear me? And besides, don't grab me in this posture, are you fucking planning to send me to a delivery room?"
Lucian ignored him, and his speed continued to climb.
"Don't resist," Lucian said. "If you fall, I won't catch you."
"Bullshit," Soldier Boy cursed. "If you dare drop me, the first thing I'll do when I hit the ground is kick your ass up to your shoulders."
Lucian couldn't be bothered to reply, wondering if this guy had a fear of heights.
The next second,