120 & 121. A newborn warlock: His first contract spirit

Dexter walked up the stairs, his heart was beating faster than usual because of the fact that he actually didn't want to confront Hannah and agree to what she wants.

He hears some grunting sounds coming from the huge hall and he entered to see Hannah punching a wall... without her fists tied up.

He sprinted towards her silently and held her arms.

"What are you doing? You'll hurt yourself." Dexter complained but Hannah only looked back at him with a frown, clearly annoyed.

"Let go. You didn't want to teach me how to fight, so I'll just practice with the wall and use all the things I've seen you perform." Hannah said but Dexter didn't let her go.

"Let go of me already." Hannah said, this time, she tried to struggle out of his grip but couldn't.

"Why? Why do you want to fight your battles when I can do it for you?" Dexter asked and Hannah only sighed as she rested her back on his body.