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Stanley dashed, pushing the ground behind him strongly as he immediately made it next to the man. He didn't kick or punch but simply pushed.

The man went off balance, tumbling to the side, and fell onto a few sacks that seemed to hold trash in them. 

"Are you okay?" Stanley looked at Garry, who seemed unaware of what was about to happen. Garry's eyes took some time to focus, in which Stanley looked toward the man.

When he did, his eyes narrowed in fear and panic.

The man was covered with something white all over his body. Not only that, even his leg seemed to have something white coming from them, not to mention the soles that seemed to have spikes on them.

Stanley could only imagine what would've happened to Garry had he not intervened. The man slowly got up and made a fist. Then, he punched himself in the face.