Grand Magic
Allowing the entrapment spell to fade away, Sirius swerved out of the way of a quick strike coming from the beast. The air pressure being sliced apart by the brutality of the strength behind its massive fist could be felt as it caused his black tufts to flow in the upstarted winds.
There was no technique or refinement to the way it threw its fists--clearly wanting nothing else but to destroy the confident man who stood before itself, holding the same, unchanging smile that irked it to its core.
"This is how you throw a damned punch!"
Responding in kind with a throw of his own fist, Sirius sent his fist directly against its chest as it narrowly missed him with its own attack, throwing the beast back against a series of trees its heavy body broke through.
"So small...yet...strong…"
"Who're you calling small?"