Rhys had many experiences where he felt he was going to die, some he even welcomed. But this was perhaps the very first time where he knew he was actually going to die if he didn't move or do something.
For the very first time, Rhys found himself not thinking at all. Or perhaps he did, it was just too fast to even consider it as thinking.
A millisecond? Perhaps a bit longer?
As soon as Rhys saw the blades of grass—no. Once Rhys saw the very air itself start distorting around Agatha as she sat there on the ground, Rhys knew that something very, very bad was going to happen soon.
MILF hunting out, hide yo kids.