Jax's eyes stayed fixed on the boy's forearm.
The tight-fitting enchanted gear, the same fabric that was tough enough to resist even a clean sword cut, had a hole burned straight through it.
The green demonic energy had eaten through the material as if it were paper.
The boy, Leo, was frustrated beyond reason. His pride refused to process the fact that two girls had just isolated and launched him backward.
So he did what every muscle-brained idiot does when logic fails.
He charged again.
His body began wrapping itself in thicker layers of mana. Or aura. Or whatever these muscular morons liked to call it.
Each step cracked the ground beneath him as raw power surged through his frame.
Seris responded immediately. Her palms struck the earth. A massive wooden hand erupted from the ground, alive and bending its fingers inward to crush the charging boy in its grip.
One punch.
