Ricahard pulled forward, bringing Mark closer to him, finally landing a few solid blows on somewhere other than his face.
He still didn't retreat now that hand was free, instead he pushed forward in an even aggressive manner.
"What's wrong Scarlet kid? You're running out of tricks! What's next? Gonna stare at me to death?
Richard's Scarlet eyes narrowed, as he watched Mark dodged each one of his attacks with absolute confidence.
Richard's aura darkened further as the flames dancing along his arms began to intensify, the red hue of the flames darkened into a crimson color.
The air around him crackled, and the crowd roared harder, sensing the imminent escalation.
"What? Losing your temper again?"
Mark's mocking grin was interrupted as Richard appeared in front of him again, flames shooting out of his feet and his free hand grabbed his face with an inhuman speed.
"Enough!"