The duo shifted apart the moment the possessed man dropped from the ceiling.
He hit the floor badly.
One leg folded too far sideways beneath the body's weight and the knee cracked hard against the linoleum.
The other foot landed late.
His spine twisted sharply while one shoulder jerked higher than the other.
Then he caught himself and forced the body upright again.
The ghost still did not move like a human.
The man staggered forward with uneven jerking motions.
Left arm hanging too low while the right shoulder sat unnaturally high.
His head snapped toward Hiro.
Dark energy burst outward from him violently.
The pressure rattled the curtain rails hard enough to shake them against the ceiling mounts while a ceiling tile near the far end broke loose and shattered across the floor.
Hiro started walking toward him.
Completely calm.
"Hiro," Natsume said.
"I see it."
The man charged.
Too much force immediately.
