Azrael was enamored. It was strange seeing his own wrath being physically manifested, Cole was decked out in a new armor, or rather the old one had transformed from the black and blue to a blood red with black strips armor. Spikes jutted out of his joints and his helm had spiked ridges around the crown of his head, to make it look like a crown.
"Azrael…..buddy you need a therapist, what do you expect me to do with, This! Much! Anger!"
The next few seconds were pretty much a blur of motions for Azrael, as Cole crossed the distance quickly to smash a fist into the side of Azrael's face. Azrael felt the impact, he felt the compression of his skull, as he realized Cole had gained a power boost from his own anger and paired that with his kinetic stat to move fast enough to break the sound barrier multiple times in such a small distance, just under six meters had separated the both of them.
