Blazren frowned, narrowing his eyes.
"Round two, is it, young boy?"
He clenched his right fist, fire swirling wildly around it.
"If you can take this and survive… you win."
Zain wiped the blood off his chin with the back of his hand.
He smirked.
"Come on, old man. Hit me again."
Savra stood up straight on the side.
Her arms tightened across her chest.
"What the hell are you doing, Zain?" she muttered.
"You're barely standing…"
She didn't understand it.
Zain wasn't dodging.
He wasn't blocking.
And yet, something about him felt… sharper.
Blazren let out a growl.
"Don't blame me if you can't get up after this!"
He rushed forward.
His flame-coated right fist grew even larger and hotter.
He roared as he threw the punch straight into Zain's chest again.
BOOM!
The ground cracked under Zain's feet from the impact.
His whole body shook.
Blood splattered from his mouth.
His skin burned and his coat tore, but—
He didn't fall.
He held on.
