Dagon pulled his fist back again and slammed it right into Tobias' face again...and again...and one more.
It seemed to be going well for him do far. "What was that about brute strength!?" Dagon bellowed and picked up his brother by his neck and once more thrust his head upwards, and then right back down as he throttled the smaller sibling with no mercy.
If there was one thing he hated; it was the fact that he was underestimated. Sure he was eloquent or fancy - but he wasn't stupid.
If this fight went one way any further, he was bound to start to feel guilty, but just as he began to be pleased with himself, Tobias flashed his pale red eyes at Dagon's bright, vibrant ones and sent a wave of white light into the large man's brain which caused him to reel back, even though he didn't want to.
Tobias had hijacked his body's sense and he knew it the moment his body stepped backwards.
Dagon never stepped backwards. There had never been a need to.
