Low-Class

Let alone the demon, even Eamon was taken off guard. He obviously didn't recognize Leonel, but he could sense that this person was only in the Fifth Dimension. What was he doing? 

"R-run!" Eamon cried out. 

Leonel blinked, looking toward Eamon. He smiled, this guy wasn't too bad. 

A growl left the demon's lips and its bull horns sparked with a peculiar Force that didn't seem to be related to lightning at all. 

Then it sneered, turning toward Leonel and suddenly rushing forward. Its fist bore down on Leonel so quickly that he seemed to teleport. 

Eamon felt the ground collapse beneath him, the shaking so violent that he felt weightless for a moment. His expression changed as he tried to scramble to his feet, but by then Leonel and the bull demon had already met. 

BANG. 

Two fists clashed in the air, the reverberating impact compressing the air into a clap of thunder.