'I cannot lose,' Paul thought as he looked intently at that fist, which seemed to get bigger and bigger, almost like the fist of a titan.
'I cannot lose this battle,' the same thought crossed his mind again, making his body shiver, not with fear but with excitement.
'I cannot... lose any battle again. For the sake of my friends, for the sake of all the people that decided to fight this war with me, for the sake of Dean, for the sake of my dead parents, for the sake of the world... I cannot,' Paul clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. His heart throbbed, sending a wave of euphory through his body.
'I cannot...!' the hair of his body stood on end, making him shiver again.
At this point, Alastor was already shooting his fist downwards while roaring like a beast.
