He could not understand the complexities that he was currently seeing right now. The fierce and evil energy around Ligi was unlike anything he had ever seen.
Ligi was supposed to splat on the wall like a squashed fly, but Ligi was hovering in the air, unharmed. He did not hold back his strength in attacking Ligi, but it seemed that it was not enough to deal a certain amount of damage he was expecting.
Ligi looked down at Bese. This was the first time in the fight that he thought he stood a chance against Bese. All this time, they were all fighting with their backs against the walls, but now, he felt that he had a chance.
He could feel the strength flowing in his veins, supplying his confidence and bravado in this current moment. Ligi hovered in the air, with the strength to face any opponent he could think of.
