Noah tested his restraints again, feeling the raw power coursing through his evolved physiology. He could break free—the bonds that had held him before his transformation would be like tissue paper now. But Bruce's agonized whimpering reminded him why he couldn't leave. Not yet.
"You know," Noah said, breaking the silence as Kruel continued studying the displays, "if you're really interested in understanding what makes humans tick, I could offer you a chance to study the phenomenon up close."
Kruel's massive head turned, intelligence gleaming in those predatory eyes. "Oh? And how exactly would you propose to do that from your current position?"
"A fight," Noah said simply. "You against me. If I win, you let me go. You get to observe human determination and adaptability under the most extreme pressure possible."
The three-horn's laugh was like grinding stone. "You already lost to the Widow, young soldier. What makes you think you'd fare any better against me?"
