Just like the cold-hearted snake he was, Vandelarius was prepared, surging immediately into massive shape to confront Dad, lashing out with his power without warning. I spun toward Meira, our power forming a protective shield around us and the scrambling Sassafras, just avoiding the fallout of the attacking demon's power. We ran for cover, away from the main concourse, just as Dad's massive hands latched onto Vandelarius and tightened around his rival's throat.
Not just a battle of power. The two grappled with each other physically, Dad's fist impacting the smaller demon's face. Vandelarius spun sideways, energy pushing him up even further, making him bigger, shoulders pressing into the shielding around the throne room. Dad lunged forward, fists impacting the other's guts, but Vandelarius's magic lashed out at the same moment, leaving burning welts across Dad's chest, his tunic shredded and hanging from his muscular chest.