"Pack more weight into that punch," his hand grasped her fist, stopping it midway to his face.
"Easy to say! How do I put more of my weight into my fist!" she took her hand back and leaped away to a safer distance from him.
"Like so,"
Without any hesitation, he too formed a fist, took a deep breath and bent his knees before directing his wrath onto the ground below him.
Everyone was safe, except that miserable part of the ground he had stricken.
Indeed, as soon as his knuckles connected with the dirt, a storm of dust arose when earth quaked beneath their feet.
The thundering from that impact wasn't quiet either, sending Arabella's heart into a full-on panic as she kept on jumping back for more distance to stand between them.
By the time the dust had settled again, a great hole had formed where Silas once stood.
At first, her eyes couldn't help but remain glued to it, but then it hit her square in the face that Silas had vanished.
