"Your mouth works too much, "Paimon shouted, steadying himself in the air.
"My hands work more," Alex sneered and punched.
Paimon gloated at the incoming punch of destruction and stepped forward.
"Enough puny human."
"Bear my wrath."
"Grave of Flames"
With an exploding might, countless flaming drills burst forth raining down on the battlefield similar to a meteor shower whose aim was none other than Alex.
These showers create powerful explosions wherever they hit as they scatter everywhere making the enemies cheer.
"It's not over."
Paimon thrust his hand shooting a dark beam of astral light that empowered the power of the shower turning into Dark flames that were strong enough to turn everything touched into ashes.
Alex's punch obscured the path of the shower but soon more flames were summoned.