"Speak with your FIST!" Already, Somonax was tired of this skeleton that had appeared before him. He let out an angry roar to the skies that sent the clouds rumbling and magma spewing from the volcanoes around them.
Leon was not surprised at this. He had already been forewarned of Somonax's terrible attitude and his penchant for settling things with his fists. He had four of them after all.
"...If you want a fight before you listen to me, then I will gladly give you one." Leon replied. He had not had a proper fight since his ascension. The fight against Umbra was nothing but an exercise of his Divine Power, not an actual fight.
"Haha! Good! Someone who isn't scared of a fight!" Somonax bellowed and banged his fists against each other.
