Inside the training hall, it was as though a dark cloud hung overhead, making the entire space feel stifling and unbearably oppressive.
Blindspot lay amid the rubble of the shattered wall, his fingers clamped over his abdomen as he kept twitching from the intense pain. His breathing was rapid and erratic. Even though he could not see, he could feel Homelander's vicious gaze pinning him down like nails.
Why did Homelander hit me? What should I do?
Whatever, I'll just scream louder. Maybe someone pissed Homelander off somewhere, and he came to take it out on me.
Maybe if I look miserable enough, his anger will subside.
"Ah!" Blindspot screamed even harder.
Homelander had no idea what Blindspot was thinking, but seeing him in such a miserable state really did make him feel much better.
Ashley stood rooted to the spot, her face almost completely drained of color.
Her eyes were wide as saucers. She could not believe what she was seeing, so much so that she failed to react when Homelander called her.
Homelander was all smiles just a second ago. How had his expression changed in an instant?
"Ashley, don't look at him. Look at me!" Homelander raised his voice a little.
Ashley was still looking at Blindspot, breathing rapidly.
Homelander frowned and roared, "Ashley, look at me!!!"
(I think the English has more impact here.)
His voice was so loud that even Blindspot, lying on the floor, jumped in fright. He secretly tilted his head a little, turning his ear toward Homelander, but did not dare stop screaming for even a moment.
"Sir..." Ashley looked at Homelander in terror, her voice trembling.
Homelander looked down into her eyes. "Listen, who do you think you are? You becoming president of Vought was my doing, too. If you ever