Paul crossed the skies like a shooting star leaving a trail of flames behind. Once he collided against the man, both of them got engulfed by a ball of flames that illuminated the dark sky of Saphyr and frightened any of the monstrous Dreads circling the Wastelands.
That wasn't meant to be a single attack, though. It was a combination. Paul wouldn't stop until he had Alastor's head in his hands.
Both of them left the ball of flames that was still far from dissipating. Paul's fist was still sunk into Alastor's belly. When the latter tried to move to do something, the Lord of flames pulled his arm while shooting the other forward, delivering another colossal blow. He repeated that same pattern again and again, punch after punch, relentlessly, nonstop.
Alastor couldn't find the opportunity to attack. He wouldn't need much, just a flick would be enough like in the previous time. However, Paul's pressure was too overwhelming. It was hard to follow his pace.
