SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
The two warriors began to send Alexander to and fro with both sword and fist, giving him no time to calculate his next red attack.
But Alexander suddenly spun in mid-air like a blender's blade, blue myriad tentacles jutting out of him.
Arahabaki, sensing danger, leapt out of the area.
But Yam was captured by some of the tentacles.
Sad.
Alexander took a deep breath, then began to smash Yam into everything that had mass and carried weight—Yam's head hitting and destroying the environment like a demolishing ball.
Loud cracks and crashes echoed as his face collided with cars, water hydrants, buildings, and glass.
Then he was pulled toward Alexander—forcefully and swiftly.
As he closed in, Alexander's hand swelled, red veins pulsing and bulging like fire beneath the skin.
The moment Yam was within reach—
GBAAAAMMMM!!
