Blake Humbles Some Punk Brats

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Ash came for a straight fist attack. I could tell he had some sort of experience in fighting, he imbued mana and spirit power into his fists. His Level is… most likely thirty? He has a three-star Talent if I am correct. Should be easy enough.

CLAAASH!

I stopped his fist with my elbow, and then I grabbed his arm in a split of a second twisting it around, and pulling it behind his back.

Crack…!

It started to sound as if it was about to crack.

"Aaagh! W-What the?!" He cried in shock.

I moved much faster than he could discern.

"What's wrong? Can't even land a punch?" I provoked him.

"Shut up!" He roared.

FLAAASH!

His aura exuded a tremendous amount of power, as his Griffin King Spirit surged, roaring furiously. Its power exuded a tremendous aura of light, as several blades made of holy light were pointed at me.

"You're dead! {Holy Blade Rain}!"

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!