"You people really hate learning." He clicked his tongue.
The claws ripped through the air, fast and deadly. But Noel simply stepped forward with one small step and extended his palm, which pressed lightly against Sunta's chest. It looked harmless, almost gentle.
Then—
THOOOOM!!!
A shockwave exploded from Noel's palm. Sunta's eyes bulged.
"G—!"
His massive body flew backward like a cannonball. He smashed through the ground and blasted against a wooden dummy in the background.
CRACK!
Then another.
CRUNCH!
Then a third.
BOOM!
The dummies shattered into splinters as Sunta crashed into the dirt thirty feet away. The entire field went silent and even the wind seemed to stop.
Noel dusted his sleeve calmly.
"Two loud mouths."
He glanced down. Theasre lay half-buried in the dirt beneath his boot, his face swollen and bleeding. Sunta groaned weakly in the distance among broken dummies.
Noel tilted his head slightly.
"Zero bites."
