Azorn growled, his fist burst into flames as he was about to fly and swing at Alcott. "Stay away from mother!"
But before he could swing, he felt a massive shadow falling upon his back. Arad stood behind him with glowing purple eyes, swinging his fist down like a hammer.
Azorn quickly shifted his stance and blocked Arad's strike with the arm he was about to swing at Alcott. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and all of his muscles tensed, dispersing the harrowing force of Arad's strike.
Azorn's red eyes shifted, glaring back with burning red malice, "You dare get in my way?" His draconic magic grew stronger with those words, rage built up in his blood, and his whole body was engulfed by a dark red aura.
Arad's arm tensed, and the veins on it bulged. The power unleashed by his fist suddenly soared up, and like a hydraulic press, he pushed down with several magnitudes of force, hammering Azorn into the ground with a deafening shockwave.
