Wayfarer unclenches his fists and relaxes his stance. Night Terror, confused by the defenseless pose, swings a fist forward at Wayfarer’s jaw.

But with a subtle wave from Wayfarer’s hand, Night Terror freezes in place, mid-swing. Actually, for Night Terror, the world is now a blur – the activity around him seeming to move at light speed while he barely moves at all. In reality, the world continues on as it did, with Wayfarer’s time-manipulation causing Night Terror’s seconds to stretch into minutes.

Satisfied, Wayfarer looks around for the Possessor.