Alastor stomped the ground and rushed towards Paul. He was already wearing his white metallic gauntlets on both hands, his face was as cold as always. The last attack didn't seem to cause any harm to him. In truth, he seemed more energetic now.
"Don't stand still looking at us, you bastards!" Paul shouted as his arms got wrapped by those incredibly hot flames again.
"Fight!" right after he said so, Alastor got in range and punched him with all his might. He could hear the sound of his fist piercing the air.
Paul put both hands in front of his face, planting his feet on the ground and preparing himself for the upcoming impact. The punch came sooner than expected. When the man realized, he felt like a meteor had struck him and was pushing him backward. His entire body shivered as he struggled not to get knocked back.
'Bear with it, Paul!' he prompted himself. 'No matter what you need to do, don't be weaker than him, not again! This time, things are different from before!!'
