Lord Ezof didn't miss the opportunity or dream of not having anything more to do to win the fight.
With an uppercut, he made Lucas' feet leave the ground as he rained a combo of punches on his opened chest.
*BANG*
*BOOM* × …
Then, he hammered his hapless foe down with his two hands that he raised again.
The ball of fire he condensed was not bigger than the one he had thrown in the beginning, but its color was darker and it had a heavier feeling, as if it would transform into substance.
He threw it down while jumping back, letting the shockwaves of the explosion help him cover the rest of the distance to where he could avoid damage.
*BOOOM*
That was what welcomed the two Garsans that left the soldiers outside.
As the fire subsided, they saw Lord Ezof on one knee on the other side. His breath after less than five minutes of the intense fight showed how winded he was.
