The bald-headed man let out a wild roar as his fist flew forward like a boulder crashing down a hill. His voice echoed through the air, deep and full of power. His muscles tensed. His eyes were locked onto Jonathan like a lion going in for the final kill.
There was no pulling back now. Not from this His thoughts screamed inside his head.
"This is it! This time, I'm ending that brat!"
The dirt on the ground kicked up from the power in his feet. His body spun into motion. The wind cracked beside his punch, and the buildings nearby trembled as if they feared what was coming.
He was sure—this one was going to hit.
The fool had opened his mouth.He had talked.
He had made the mistake of saying something before striking.
"Too foolish," the bald-headed man growled under his breath. "Too green."
His fist was about to land, just inches from tearing Jonathan apart, when—woosh—Jonathan was no longer there.
Gone.Like smoke.
