Final Possession

"Tch!"

Dietmar clicked his tongue and ran straight towards Kiernan and Roy. It was clear that if he didn't do anything, Roy would lose his possession.

"?!"

Kiernan turned around and saw a fist heading his way. He quickly slapped the punch away.

"Go, Roy!"

Dietmar screamed and then wrapped his arms around Kiernan's waist to stop him from moving.

"Thank you!"

Roy ran past Kiernan and started to make his way to the goal!

"Iron Fist."

Kiernan placed his fist against Dietmar's chest. Smack. The impact of the punch speared through Dietmar's chest, knocking him a step back with a loud groan.

It felt like he literally got speared through the chest.

Kiernan ran past him and chased after Roy, who was running away like a frightened rabbit. It was going to be hard to catch up!

"Shit!"

Dietmar wiped the drool off his lips and chased after Kiernan, but his chest felt tight like a vice was squeezing it.