**BOOOMM!!
He ignored the 'small fry' and turned his gaze towards the young hero who was bleeding from the side of his head while glaring at him, his eyes shining with a golden light.
Stretching out his arm, his eyes flashed with a fiery red light as he called out a spell.
"Fire Magic: Spiral Flames."
Flames were generated from the palm of his hand, coming out in a spiralling motion, which created a tornado-shaped blast of flames.
The flames' intensity was enough to incinerate anything in its path, and it did until it was stopped by a similar spell fired from both hands of the young hero.
'He copied my spell? Pointless.'
Xakon kicked off the ground and dashed through the flames, his increased resistance and magic armour protecting him as he arrived in front of the shocked hero instantly.
Without waiting for him to react, he stretched out his right hand to grab the boy's head once more, but his hands grabbed empty air as the boy disappeared from the spot.
