The scarred man, Edward, saw him coming. His eyes went wide with surprise. In addition to surviving his assault, the boy was now charging back, prepared to engage in combat.
He squinted, a smile emerging on his face. He clenched his fist and ran forward, directly confronting Adam's charge. There was going to be a great power struggle.
However, a new figure appeared between them at an impossible speed just before they could collide. Ricky was there, his red hair a fiery banner against the village's dusty background. He had suddenly materialized, directly in the line of their two assaults.
When Adam noticed him, he made an automatic attempt to stop him, but it was too late. Already released, the whirling ball of magical energy in his hand was a lethal projectile yelling at his new father.
He noticed that Edward was in the same situation at the same moment. He was unable to stop either, coming within inches of hitting Ricky in the chest with his own strong blow.
