The Speed Demon
Pure savagery is what inhabited his flesh; as he reached the banshee, he squeezed his fist tight enough to burst the air caught in his hand. As he flexed his body, a form of [Draconic Might] naturally activated before he threw his fist forward.
[Dragon Strike: Monster]
As his fist reached the abdomen of the banshee, who tried to protect herself with layers of her sturdy hair, the threads were torn through before the blow reached the witch's body as if a bomb had just descended upon the land.
The resulting wind pressure unleashed from his knuckles carved up the land, leaving a destructive path once more as the banshee was left stumbling back.
"--" Emilio watched.
"Aaaa…" The woman's mystical voice left in pain.
Even yet, she had not yet fallen; the supernatural figure proved to be sturdy beyond normal means once again. Though she was clearly reeling from the blow as her abdomen was caved in and blackened blood seeped from her lips, yet the fight was not over.