"Your face is so punchable," Aaron mocked, shaking out his hand.
He appeared beside the reeling Aegon before the latter could even stabilize.
"Now, where were we in our education curriculum?
I believe we were discussing your hubris."
Aegon lunged, realizing Aaron was finally within the conceptual "Arm's Reach."
He tried to ignite the absolute authority of his Mystic Hands, a command that should have turned Aaron's internal organs into liquid.
Aaron stood there, unbothered, looking at his own chest as if checking for dust.
"You seriously need to stop trying so hard.
It's embarrassing."
Aaron's leg whipped upward, his heel slamming into Aegon's midsection and pinning him to the cratered floor.
Boom!
Aegon's spine cracked against the obsidian.
He spat a fountain of blood, his Mystic Brain lighting up like a frantic switchboard, desperately trying to dampen the agonizing signals of his nervous system.
