Thinking about it, Axel's dad thought that that was a great idea.
Without hesitating, because the monster was now almost at him, he clenched his fists very firmly, so tight Axel felt shocked.
His father's veins seemed to rip out; it tore and then a gust of wind swirled around him, lifting him up and then hitting him hard onto the ground again.
THOOOSH!
The force that that act carried pushed the monster backward and made it hit its back on one of the walls.
The wall instantly plunged backward and the monster went with it.
Axel's dad was on his knees, now an abyssalyt.
His form was menacing to the eyes.
Axel could only whistle as he stared at him.
