Clay ignored the voice. This voice was so condescending that any mortal would know that the owner was a prick. Seeing as he was ignored, Safir's face distorted into a smile that wasn't a smile. And he moved in without warning. With a kick, he blasted Clay into the distance.
BOOM! CRASH!
After a few rubbles that formed behind him from the skidding he did on the ground, plowing it to a mound, dropped to the ground, Clay's figure could be seen. His face still distorted from the hurt he was feeling. Still ignoring the fact that he had just been blown away by a single kick. If he were in his right mind, he would have mocked the one who kicked him for being such a light kicker, but obviously he was not. And while mourning should be done in quiet, as all would have understood. Safir was a god. He never had to suffer any grievance because of family nor friends and so this concept was foreign to him. However, ignorance doesn't excuse a crime.
