"Boom!"
When a dull thud, like thunder, suddenly erupted, a figure flew backward like a kite with its string cut, and fiercely smashed into the ground.
"Ah!"
Accompanied by a scream of agony, Magre lay there, a footprint shockingly visible on his face.
"Wow, and here I thought it was someone important. Turns out it's just you, young master."
With a sneer that wasn't quite a smile, Shane's voice rang out as he walked toward Magre, cradling a blushing and unconscious Merica in his arms.
Seeing this, Magre was fuming with rage.
"Get your filthy hands off her! Don't you dare touch her!"
Furiously shouting, Magre forgot the pain in his body and charged toward Shane once again.
But then...
"Boom!"
"Ah!"
Another dull thud and a scream followed; Magre flew backward again, landing back where he started, another footprint marking his face telling the tale of what had just occurred.
"That really scared me."