"My grandparents taught me that life has no shortcuts." Amon paused abruptly, taking distance: "My grandmother also used to say that nothing is perfect and that's what makes everything so beautiful. Perfection itself is imperfection. So, no, I refuse your offer and no, I will not allow you to touch anyone I wish to protect, even if it costs my life!"
Without any warning, Amon returned to the offensive with unprecedented ferocity. His attacks became even more aggressive, unleashing shockwaves of frightening intensity.
The rampant energy created a storm of power, each blow exploded in the air, as if tearing the fabric of space itself. The force of each attack reverberated, making the ground tremble, and the deafening sound filled the environment, making the heart of the onlookers pulsate at a frantic pace.