"STAND STILL LITTLE MAN! I WANT TO HIT YOU!"
A gruff voice shouted and slurred as the hulking assassin punched repeatedly at the air. He was a man who had a body that lended itself very poorly to the sly, stealthy name of an assassin and would look more at home if you simply painted him grey and called him a wall.
His meaty fists whistled and tore through the air, sending gusts of wind with every punch that tore through trees and uprooted the grass just by the wind cannons he was creating. Yet air was all he hit.
Tiny fists dug into his flesh in turn, like pebbles against a mountain, yet with every blow of the tiny fists, a thunderous boom echoed out and the mountainous body jolted backwards, having to dig his feet into the ground to avoid being thrown every time.
The giant let out another rage filled roar as he swung his fist again, but just like every other time the horned, draconic kid posing himself as a demon easily dodged the blow and returned one of his own.
