"Gahahaha! Do you think that poor imitation of my power is going to work! Just getting bigger is not going to intimate me or change the fact you are so much weaker than me!" The gargantuan hooded man said as he bellowed with laughter.
Otis's sand titan spell had allowed him to create a statue out of sand large even larger than his opponent, but the hooded man did not look impressed.
Clearly, he thought of Otis' last-ditch effort as nothing more than the struggle of a weakling trying to imitate him.
Of course, Otis knew he could never win, especially not this way. He just needed to put his faith in Evelyna and buy some time.
From inside his sand titan, Otis raised up his massive fist and swung down on the giant man.
"Is that the best you can do."
Without any urgency the hooded man swung his left arm and backhanded Otis' arm away.
