Flurry -2-

A ripened fist slammed downwards towards the bruised lad.

‘Where does the concept of magic even lie in that attack?! It’s just an ordinary punch!’

“Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack!”

Inoyva unleashed a series of 7 punches to the lying lad’s face.

‘Why did he shout it five times when he actually hit me seven times?! This bastard!’ He was barking mad from the sheer realization of the projected power of those fists and more so angered of how lacking Inoyva was when counting them down.

“Why are you even doing this?”

He vehemently was riddled with various forms of injuries towards his face that painted a ghastly picture. As such, he was with the thirst of knowing what he chose this kind of method in attacking them.