The grotesque demon swept a hand in the air, looking to smash Jet to smithereens in one motion, but Jet, almost like he defied physics, skidded to a stop as abruptly as he could, dropping to the ground nimbly as the demon staggered to a stop and turned around.
His eyes met Jet's, who, while in the motion of falling backward, had his hand pointed at the open backside of the grotesque demon. "Heh!" Jet grinned madly in excitement.
The air around his hand deformed rapidly, groaning under sudden pressure as the sounds of rapid pops were heard within a split second.
Right as Jet had charged towards the grotesque demon, he had been building up this particular spell. It was something he had come up with over the course of the year, just in case he ever met something or someone stronger than he was.
