It charged, hand stretched forward, fingers splayed like claws of fire.
The floor beneath its feet blackened and cracked with every step, heat distortion warping the air in front of it.
Making use of a copied form of infernal step, the Ifrit closed the distance in a blink, flames trailing behind like a comet's tail, the ground scorching in its wake.
It reached for Aaron, hoping to capture the nimble intruder and crush him in a burning grip.
Aaron ducked smoothly beneath the outstretched hand, feeling the searing heat brush across his back.
Black Sphere materialized in front of him, reshaping instantly into a heavy gauntlet that encased his right fist in dark, articulated armor.
He threw an uppercut.
The blow connected cleanly to the jaw of the Ifrit with a sound like a cannon shot.
The impact reverberated through the chamber, shockwave rippling outward, cracking nearby columns and sending dust cascading from the ceiling.
