Atticus drew his right hand back and immediately threw a punch at the air barrier. The impact was intense, as though he had punched a very sturdy wall.
'It's hard,' was all Atticus could think. Air was the freest element Atticus knew, and he found it hard to imagine how it could be made so sturdy.
"Well? Can you do it?"
Atticus flew back. The face of Aeolus, looking at him with an intense gaze, had suddenly appeared very close to the right side of his face.
'What the hell is with this creepy man?' Atticus felt his heart beating fast. This man had startled him more times today than he had been in a month.
He shook his head and made sure to create more distance between himself and Aeolus. He wanted to be careful. 'He might be a pedo,' Atticus thought seriously.
Aeolus had no idea what Atticus had just tagged him with and folded his arms on his chest once again, waiting.
