Unlike the blond youth who had easily diffused the force, Azedirth was unable to which led to his hand looking mangled while having several cracks along his skin.
In some of those cracks, his bones poked out while others let out a constant stream of disgusting green blood.
"Is she your property?" Azedirth asked, having a smile on his face as he endured the pain that shot from his mangled arm.
Looking at Alyeen from the corner of his eye, the blond youth looked at Azedirth and replied. "No, but she will be mine after I'm done with you."
"Is that so?" Azedirth asked, still retaining a calm front he continued. "So if I kill you I can have her, right?"
"That's if you can kill me." Unfazed by the subtle killing intent that Azedirth released, he mocked. "Besides, you aren't really that strong."
"Oh really? Well, I'm an elite of this generation in my race." Azedirth boasted, pushing his chest out and letting his killing intent skyrocket he added. "The proud and powerful Demon race."
Vividly remembering how Azedirth behaved earlier, the blond youth said with pity in his voice. "I feel sorry for Demon race if this is the best they have to offer."
"Judging by your strength, I should be strong enough to take on a total of five Arch Demons." The blond youth sighed, talking as if he truly felt pity for the waning might of the Demon race.
Infuriated and ashamed, the reddish pigment of Azedirth's akin seemed to become lighter as he yelled. "You lowly lizard! How dare you compare yourself to the glorious Demon race!"
"Lizard?" The blond youth asked, having his features immediately darken after being compared to a lizard.
"Yes you heard me–"
Boom!!
Crack!!
Thud...
Before Azedirth could finish confirming what he had previously said, he had a fist coated with golden scales rammed directly into his mouth.
The blow was so strong that it shattered all the of Azedirth's teeth while dislocating his lower jaw, and cracking his upper jaw.
About seven meters away from where he previously stood, Azedirth could be seen lying like a dead dog while having a constant stream of fresh green blood escape his toothless mouth.
He had lost all his teeth before he even reached the floor, painting the once proud Demon as a pitiful figure.
Letting out a breath of hot air from his throat, the blond youth narrowed his eyes as he made his way towards Azedirth.
One hit wouldn't satisfy him, at least not any more. The bastard had touched upon his Draconic pride, and it was time he faced the consequences.
A proud Dragon being compared to measly lizard was something no Dragon would ever accept talk less of the Ancestral Dragon himself.
Frightened by the monster that gradually approached him, Azedirth had fear visible on his disfigured face as he let it weird sounding noises from his toothless mouth.
Although he knew that Azedirth was begging him for mercy, he wasn't the type that would just turn a blind and forget everything that has been said after he was insulted.
He was a Dragon and aside from being the most proud creatures, they were extremely cruel and it was time for Azedirth to experience the wrath of a Dragon.
Holding Azedirth's mangled arm –that had been ripped off during his flight, the blond youth raised it above his head before bringing it down hard.
Bam!
The sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the cave as the youth slammed Azedirth's arm heavily against the latter's head.
Bam! Bam! Bam...!
Continuously bashing Azedirth's head, the youth had an expressionless face as he watched Azedirth's arm and face gradually get obliterated.
His actions brought him neither joy or sadness. He was still angry at Azedirth but the latter wasn't able to see his angry face since he had deemed him as unworthy. He had masked his anger and hate for Azedirth with a mask of indifference.
Scared out of his wits when he saw the youth's face, Azedirth hurriedly dodged the approaching strike by rolling in the floor.
Having the cave's floor in front of his terribly disfigured face, Azedirth kowtowed deeply as he begged the youth forgave him deep within his heart.
Slightly surprised by Azedirth's behavior, the youth stared at the former's figure for sometime before throwing the already grotesque arm aside.
'Did he spare me?' Azedirth thought, after not feeling the youth's attack for a full five minutes he swore. 'If I don't kill you after all you've put me through my name isn't Azedirth.'
As he swore, he tried to grit his teeth but only ended up gritting his hums which made them bleed but that didn't matter to him as he was fully consumed by rage.
Boom!
A sound that could rival that of fireworks at close range rang out after the blond youth kicked Azedirth's head like it was a soccer ball.
He had used just the write amount of force so that the bastard's head would still be rooted, the vertebrae in his neck wouldn't be broken, and he would still be conscious.
Thump!!
Having his head firmly implanted with the cave's wall, Azedirth was barely retaining consciousness as blood seeped out from his seven orifices.
'Damn it.' He cursed, feeling someone pulling his head out of the wall.
Shocked, Alyeen had her eyes filled with fear and respect as she gazed at the image of Azedirth's battered body.
His neck hung loosely but it was still alright, his face had become a horrible mass of flesh –looking absolutely revolting, and his once powerful body seemed drained of their strength as he floated in front of the blond youth.
Honestly, she pitied Azedirth for about a few seconds but that pity turned to hate after she remembered what he had done to her friends.
Ray clearly died after he took over his body, and he killed Jace in the cruelest way –not even giving him the chance to get buried.
'So this is the might of a Dragon.' She thought, watching the one-sided beat down with awe in her heart.
In about fifteen more minutes, Azedirth was unable to endure the suffering he was facing and eventually ended up dead.
"He didn't last long." The youth muttered, looking at Azedirth's grotesque body that was missing all his limbs.
Kicking the corpse deeper into the cave, he took in a deep breath before walking towards Alyeen. The sight made it seem like he was trying to fully suppress the anger that he had felt.
"What's your name?" The youth asked, staring into Alyeen's hazel-colored eyes with his slits that were as thin as a string.
"Alyeen." She replied, trying to remain calm she added. "What's yours?"
Proceeding to walk out of the cave, the youth said. "I don't have one."
"How about I call you Alistair?" She proposed after hesitating for a minute.
Slowly turning to look behind him, the youth stared at Alyeen's face for some time before replying. "If you want."
His voice didn't carry an ounce of emotion, making it obvious that he didn't care if he had a name or not.
"In that case, I'll call you Alistair."
Immediately turning toward the cave's exit after hearing her reply, the youth didn't think too much about the name he had received nor the girl who named him.
To him, the both the name and the girl would be forgotten with the passage of time.