You are a monster, Damon Grey, one that needs to be put down. What was it you used to say? Some men help the world by leaving it."
Xander distorted the gravity in the air and teleported toward him, slamming his fist into Damon's body.
Damon gritted his teeth and endured the blow, but at the same time, he drove his own fist upward into Xander, sending him slightly into the air.
It felt as though he had just punched an immovable mountain. Xander's head barely turned before he retaliated, forcing Damon to defend himself again.
"You must have thought I wouldn't be able to kill you when you signed that contract with me, didn't you?" Xander asked coldly as he lifted his spear and thrust it toward Damon's chest.
Damon blocked the tip with his sword, but the force behind the attack pushed him backward.
"You really like the sound of your own voice, Xander. Your brother was far quieter than you."
Xander gritted his teeth.
