Konin fell straight into the flames and vanished form sight.
The man smiled, but the gradual increase of sounds of destruction did not allow the man even this momentary joy.
Konin broke through all the hands, coiled up as a ball, gripping his knife as he fell towards the man.
The green haired man was in awe, gazing up at the flashes of lightning, dust and rubble that fell along side Konin.
The fires that followed Konin made his hair appear red; his eyes became pure white as he shifted his body in the air, to a posture the green haired man had now been forced to become accustomed to.
Before the man could realize it, Konin was already fighting against the forces of wind that were preventing him from cutting of the man's neck.
The force of the wind this time was even stronger than it was before, destroying everything that surrounded them, hands, buildings and even the ground beneath them, but even at that, Konin kept pushing his knife, the wind seemed to barely affect him.
So he kept shoving it. Deeper and deeper; Konin's knife bending the force of the wind so much so that the man had to start repelling further back into the ground, and as the man leaned back, a crater began forming in the ground, growing bigger as Konin kept fighting against the wind, pushing the man further and further down.