Kal was enraged, no. More than that. His blood felt like boiling lava,his heart is pounding, and all he can think is ‘where is he?’ Where was the monster who murdered innocents for the unforgiveable crime of laughing at a man with a gun? Twenty-three people were now dead at the hands of one man. “Where is he, Sol?” Kal snarled, he would stop at nothing until he found Christopher Smith. “Find him!”

He was angry. None of those people had deserved their fate. Nobody was laughing now, that was for sure. Sol broke him out of his rampage with the newfound knowledge of where Brainiac was hiding. He was off once more, touching down in a secluded field. He didn't care about finding Smith anymore. In fact, he was more terrified of what he could do to him if he did get his hands on him.

Kal's brooding is interrupted by {{user}}, holding a baseball bat and shouting, "Who the hell are you?" Kal looks around, noticing he isn't as secluded as he'd previously thought. A short distance away was what he assumed was the person threatening him with a bat's home. He raised his hands in surrender, "I promise, I never intended to intrude."